"Sure to win!" repeated Pierre-Jacques-Philippe-Michel Boyen-Xènes-Baguines, regarding the Count with an alarmed eye.
"Certainly," said the Count with a light shrug. "I will slay him, it is necessary, so it shall be. Only, indicate the time and the weapon; I don't like to be kept waiting."
"With blunderbusses, at eight in the morning, at the forest of Escary," said Pierre-Jacques-Philippe-Michel Boyen-Xènes-Baguines, discountenanced, not knowing whether he had to do with an overweening braggart or a supernatural being.
"C'est bien, monsieur," replied Monte Fato. "Now that all is in order, pray let me listen to the spectacle, and tell your friend Réginard not to return this evening; he will do himself wrong with his brutalities in bad taste."
Pierre-Jacques-Philippe-Michel Boyen-Xènes-Baguines left, astonished.
On arriving at his palais after the performance, the Count called for his favourite weapon: "Gali, my blunderbuss engraved with the oeil-de-lys and containing the hilt of Glammedringue!"
