My self-love was somewhat knocked about; that was all.

If the weather permits, the Saint Laurent will sail at one o'clock.

Till then, Messieurs," and bowing gravely the vicomte retired.
Both Victor and the Chevalier stared, at the door through which the vicomte vanished.

Victor frowned; the Chevalier smiled.
"Curse his insolence!" cried the poet, slapping his sword.
"Lad, what an evil mind you have!" said the Chevalier in surprise.
"There is something below all this.

Did he pay you those pistoles he lost to you in December ?" "To the last coin." "Have you played with him since ?" "Yes, and won.