It was in some respects a quarrel of races.

For, French and English at the tables had got up and were eyeing each other.
As to the immediate outcome of the quarrel, there could be no doubt.
The English and Americans could break the others to pieces; but neither wished that.

The landlord decided the matter: "Drop him from this window." He pushed a shutter back, and Gaston dropped the fellow on the hard pavement--a matter of five feet.

The Frenchman got up raging, and made for the door; but this time he was met by the landlord, who gave him his hat, and bade him come no more.

There was applause from both English and French.