"I have a friend at the inn who would never forgive me if I permitted him to miss such a morning's diversion as this gentleman is willing to afford him.

Suffer me to go for him." "Look you, sir," answered Garnache sharply, "however you may view this meeting, it is not with me an affair of jest or sport.

I am in a quarrel that has been forced upon me, and--" "Surely not, sir," Courthon interrupted sweetly.

"You forget that you rolled Monsieur Sanguinetti in the mud.

That is hardly to have a quarrel forced upon you." Garnache bit his lip to the blood in his vexation.
"However the quarrel may have originated," said Francois, with a great laugh, "I swear that it goes not forward until I am accommodated, too." "You had better accede, monsieur," murmured Gaubert.