human
Would you prefer to take one of these and give me one of yours? It shall be as you choose.
gpt
The devil! you have some very handsome pistols there, Sans-Cravate! It's a strange thing, but the more I examine them, the more certain I feel that I know them, that I have seen them somewhere.
human
It's quite possible, monsieur, for I got them from an acquaintance of yours. It was Madame Baldimer who gave them to me.
gpt
Baldimer! ejaculated Albert.
human
Ah! yes, it was in her hands that I saw them. I can remember her saying to me laughingly, more than once: 'I mean to kill you with these pistols.'--It seems that she did not say it in jest. Clearly that woman has a bitter grudge against me.--Keep your own weapons, and I will keep mine, and let us take our places.
gpt
Is this satisfactory to you?
human
Yes, monsieur,
gpt
Pull yourself together, my poor Sans-Cravate; you seem agitated.
human
It's true, monsieur, I am trembling; though you may be sure that it ain't with fear. I've never fought with anything but fists, you see. A man gets hurt that way, but not killed. At all events, I never tried to fight unfair. And when I think that with this little steel tube I may kill you---- Look you, monsieur--if you would--it rests with you----
gpt
Enough! enough, Sans-Cravate! let's not continue our conversation of this morning. You are the insulted party--fire first.
human
No, monsieur; I won't begin.
gpt
It's your right.
human
I insulted you this morning, by shaking you; it's your place to begin.
gpt
Listen: my servant will clap his hands three times, and at the third we will fire together.
human
That's all right.