"There is a temerity in M. de Canaples's rejoinder that I had not looked
for," I said banteringly.

Canaples's brow was puckered in a frown.

"Ha! And why not, Monsieur?"

"Why not? Because it is not to be expected that one who fastens quarrels
upon schoolboys would evince the courage to beard Gaston de Luynes."

"Monsieur!" the four of them cried in chorus, so loudly that the hum of
voices in the tavern became hushed, and all eyes were turned in our
direction.

"M. de Canaples," I said calmly, "permit me to say that I can find no more
fitting expression for the contempt I hold you in than this."

As I spoke I seized a corner of the tablecloth, and with a sudden tug I
swept it, with all it held, on to the floor.

Dame! what a scene there was! In an instant the four of them were on their
feet,--as were half the occupants of the room, besides,--whilst poor
Vilmorin, who stood trembling like a maid who for the first time hears
words of love, raised his quavering voice to cry soothingly, "Messieurs,
Messieurs!"

Canaples was livid with passion, but otherwise the calmest in that room,
saving perhaps myself. With a gesture he restrained Montmédy and St.
Auban.