"You have met two persons who were your match.

You remember Monsieur Dalboy ?" "Dalboy!" the marquis said.

"Surely, surely, le Maitre Dalboy, yet-- ?" "No, I am assuredly not Monsieur Dalboy," Rupert said.

"And the other ?" The marquis reined in his horse suddenly.
"What!" he said, "you are-- ?" "Rupert Holliday, my dear Monsieur Dessin." "My dear, dear lad," the marquis exclaimed.

"What pleasure! What delight!" and drawing his horse by the side of Rupert he embraced him with affection.
"My friends," he said to the other officers, who were naturally astonished at this sudden recognition between their prisoner and their colonel, "gentlemen, this English officer is my very dear friend.