You are a mooning coward." He rushed out of the room as he spoke, and a minute later I heard the hall door slammed with vehemence.
At that moment I became possessed of a terrible passion.

I seemed to be mad.

I longed to avenge the insults that had been offered.

I looked around the room, and all seemed astounded at the behaviour of the Egyptian, save Voltaire, who was apologizing in profuse terms for his friend.

As I looked at his terrible eyes, my passion became greater, and I felt I could not govern myself if I stayed in the room.