It was all so incongruous; it was all so like a mad dream.
"What are you going to do ?" cried the marquis, a vague terror lending him speech.

"I have lied.

.

." "What! have you turned coward, too?
What am I going to do?
Patience, Monsieur, and you will see." The Chevalier flung apart the doors.

His roistering friends greeted his appearance with delight.