He was evidently struggling to suppress a good impulse.

Then he turned to me and said, laughingly:-- "By my soul, Sir Karl, you have brought us a Roland and a Demosthenes in one.

Where learned you your oratory, Sir Count ?" "From a just cause, my lord," quickly retorted Max.
"I fear I have had the worst of this encounter, Hymbercourt," said the duke, smiling, "and I see nothing left for me but apology." "I sincerely hope Your Grace will not embarrass us by apologizing," said Max.
Charles hesitated, gave a short laugh, and apologized by placing his hand on Max's shoulder.
"Let us go into the little parley room," he said.

"Hymbercourt, lead the way with Sir Max; Sir Karl and I will follow presently." Max and Hymbercourt passed out at a small door near the throne, and the duke turned to me:-- "I like the boy's modest boldness, and I hope that I may induce him and you to accompany me against the Swiss.

I would not accept his offer made on the spur of the moment, but if, on talking it over with him, you make up your minds to come with me, I will make it well worth your while.
This war will be but a May-day outing.