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Passepoil added, stammering in his speech, blinking his pink eyelids rapidly: "If any gentleman doubts the point, there is a pleasant bit of kitchen garden outside where we can adjourn and argue the matter pleasantly together, as gentlemen should." Nobody present seemed inclined to pick a quarrel either with the ebullient Gascon or the hesitating Norman.
I challenged him, though I was more at home with a toasting-fork than a sword. I caught up an unfamiliar weapon, but he nicked the steel from my hand at a pass and banged me with the flat of his blade. The girl laughed. The bully grinned. I swore to learn swordcraft." "And you did," said Passepoil. "In six months you were our best pupil." Cocardasse continued: "In twelve you were our master."
Then he turned and hurriedly left the gardens, his breast swelled with exultation. When he was out of sight, the hunchback whistled softly, and Cocardasse and Passepoil came out of the shadow of the trees. The lights were now rapidly dying out, and the gardens lay in darkness checkered by the moonlight. Lagardere turned to his friends. "She is in Gonzague's palace. We must rescue her at once."
Passepoil insisted: "It's no laughing matter. Nevers is the lady's husband." He spoke with a portentous solemnity against which Lagardere protested, laughing louder than before. "On the contrary, it is more laughable than ever. A secret marriage. A romance. Perhaps I shall have to soothe a widow when I hoped to woo a maid."
The bravos looked at one another uneasily, trying to seem devil-may-care and failing wofully. Nobody appeared to want to speak. At last Passepoil spoke. "That some one is Louis de Nevers," he said, and wished heartily that he did not have to say it. Lagardere at first appeared to be puzzled by the answer.
Cocardasse nodded at him with perfect affability, and patted his shoulder with a massive, red hand. "Papa Staupitz," he said, good-humoredly, "you read me like a book." "In the largest print," added Passepoil, who generally supplemented any remark of his comrade with some approving comment of his own.
All the party gazed in amazement at the whimsical apparitions, to the great indignation of Cocardasse, who whispered angrily to his companion: "Why the devil do they stare at us so?" While to him his companion replied, soothingly: "Gently, gently." The gentlemen were screaming with laughter. Taranne fired a volley of peas, which rattled harmlessly against the long boots of Passepoil.
At the same moment the doors of the antechamber opened, and Cocardasse and Passepoil, with their naked swords in their hands, entered and ranged themselves on the side of Lagardere. "We shall be three!" said Cocardasse. "We shall be four!" said Passepoil. The situation was changed, but the situation was still perilous.
Cocardasse's air of distaste was suddenly transmuted into a raging, blazing air of hatred. He swore a great oath and sprang forward. "Then, by the powers, I will kill you!" "So will I!" cried Passepoil, no less furious than his friend, and advanced with him.
Passepoil interrupted, stuttering furiously in his excitement: "But he touched us with that secret thrust in our own school in Paris " Cocardasse completed his friend's statement: "Three times, here on the forehead, just between the eyes." Passepoil labored his point: "Devil take us if we could find a parry for it."
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