“Why! If you take that tone, of course I will hold myself at your disposal whenever you are at liberty to attend to this affair. But I don't think you will cut off my ears.”      

       “I am going to attend to it at once,” declared Lieutenant Feraud, with extreme truculence. “If you are thinking of displaying your airs and graces to-night in Madame de Lionne's salon you are very much mistaken.”      

       “Really,” said Lieutenant D'Hubert, who was beginning to feel irritated,       “you are an impracticable sort of fellow. The general's orders to me were       to put you under arrest, not to carve you into small pieces. Good-morning.” Turning his back on the little Gascon who, always sober in his potations, was as though born intoxicated, with the sunshine of his wine-ripening country, the northman, who could drink hard on occasion, but was born sober under the watery skies of Picardy, made calmly for the door. Hearing, however, the unmistakable sound, behind his back, of a sword drawn from the scabbard, he had no option but to stop.     

       “Devil take this mad Southerner,” he thought, spinning round and surveying with composure the warlike posture of Lieutenant Feraud with the unsheathed sword in his hand.     

       “At once. At once,” stuttered Feraud, beside himself.     

       “You had my answer,” said the other, keeping his temper very well.     

       At first he had been only vexed and somewhat amused. But now his face got clouded. He was asking himself seriously how he could manage to get away. Obviously it was impossible to run from a man with a sword, and as to fighting him, it seemed completely out of the question.     

       He waited awhile, then said exactly what was in his heart:     

       “Drop this; I won't fight you now. I won't be made ridiculous.”      

       “Ah, you won't!” hissed the Gascon. “I suppose you prefer to be made infamous. Do you hear what I say?... Infamous! Infamous! Infamous!” he shrieked, raising and falling on his toes and getting very red in the face. Lieutenant D'Hubert, on the contrary, became very pale at the sound of the unsavoury word, then flushed pink to the roots of his fair hair.     

       “But you 

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