Then "Will three months suffice you ?" he asked.
"If it is not done in three months, I will pay," said I.
And then Chatellerault did what after all was, I suppose, the only thing that a gentleman might do under the circumstances.

He rose to his feet, and, bidding the company charge their glasses, he gave them a parting toast.
"Messieurs, drink with me to Monsieur le Marquis de Bardelys's safe journey into Languedoc, and to the prospering of his undertaking." In answer, a great shout went up from throats that suspense had lately held in leash.

Men leapt on to their chairs, and, holding their glasses on high, they acclaimed me as thunderously as though I had been the hero of some noble exploit, instead of the main figure in a somewhat questionable wager.
"Bardelys!" was the shout with which the house reechoed.

"Bardelys! Bardelys the Magnificent! Vive Bardelys!".