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"What do you desire, Marquis?" he asked, without any further preliminary. "First of all, you will have to read me your poem, old redshirt," said Montfanon, "which will only be my recompense for having awaited your good pleasure more patiently than an ambassador. Let us see whom are you abusing in those verses? Is it Don Ciccio or His Majesty? You will not reply?
"They have already arranged a meeting for this evening," replied Chapron. "What's arranged? With whom? For whom?" exclaimed Montfanon, a prey to a fresh access of choler.
We shall have more chance to escape remarks." "You have done well to change the place," said Montfanon, five minutes later, on entering the carriage with his young friend. They had descended the staircase without speaking, for the brave and unreasonable Marquis regretted his strangely provoking attitude of the moment before. "What would you have?" he added.
We shall have more chance to escape remarks." "You have done well to change the place," said Montfanon, five minutes later, on entering the carriage with his young friend. They had descended the staircase without speaking, for the brave and unreasonable Marquis regretted his strangely provoking attitude of the moment before. "What would you have?" he added.
Now, what do you want with me? You know the motto of the Montfanons: 'Excelsior et firmior' Always higher and always firmer.... One can never do too many good deeds. If it be possible, 'present', as we said to the rollcall." A singular mixture of fervor and of good-nature, of enthusiastic eloquence and of political or religious fanaticism, was Montfanon.
Dorsenne has often related since, as a singular trait of literary mania, that at the moment the wounded man fell he, himself, notwithstanding the anxiety which possessed him, had watched Montfanon, to study him. He adds that never had he seen a face express such sorrowful piety as that of the man who, scorning all human respect, made the sign of the cross.
The energy employed by Montfanon had only ended in somewhat tempering the conditions four balls to be exchanged at twenty-five paces at the word of command. The duel was fixed for the following morning, in the inclosure which Cibo owned, with an inn adjoining, not very far distant from the classical tomb of Cecilia Metella.
As for the Baron, he consented oh, irony of coincidences! by saying to Peppino Ardea words almost identical with those which Montfanon had uttered to Dorsenne: "We will draw up, in advance, an official plan of conciliation, and, if the matter can not be arranged, we will withdraw."
Now I have caught you, Marquis Claude-Francois de Montfanon!.... She has come, you have seen her, you have been conquered. Have your eyes feasted upon divine Fanny Hafner? Tremble! I shall denounce you to his Eminence, Cardinal Guerillot; and if you malign his charming catechist I will be there to testify that I saw you hypnotized as she passed, as were the people of Troy by Helen.
Did they remain there a few seconds, fifteen minutes or longer? They could never tell, so greatly were they terrified. As Montfanon had anticipated, the conditions of the duel were terrible. For Pietrapertosa, who seemed to direct the combat, after having measured a space sufficiently long, of about fifty feet, was in the act of tracing in the centre two lines scarcely ten or twelve metres apart.
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