morals, and accents, that even the language may have changed also.
In the language of the day in France what do you call stopping
coaches and taking the money which they contain?"

"Sir," said the young noble, in the tone of a man determined to
sustain his argument to its end, "I call that war. Here is your
companion whom you have just called general; he as a military
man will tell you that, apart from the pleasure of killing and
being killed, the generals of all ages have never done anything
else than what the citizen Morgan is doing?"

"What!" exclaimed the young man, whose eyes flashed fire. "You
dare to compare--"

"Permit the gentleman to develop his theory, Roland," said the
dark traveller, whose eyes, unlike those of his companion, which
dilated as they flamed, were veiled by long black lashes, thus
concealing all that was passing in his mind.

"Ah!" said the young man in his curt tone, "you see that you,
yourself, are becoming interested in the discussion." Then, turning
to the young noble, whom he seemed to have selected for his
antagonist, he said: "Continue, sir, continue; the general permits
it."

The young noble flushed as visibly as he had paled a moment before.
Between clinched teeth, his elbow on the table, his chin on his
clinched hand, as if to draw as close to his adversary as possible,
he said with a Provencal accent, which grew more pronounced as
the discussion waxed hotter: "Since _the general_