FLAMBEAU.

Take care! Take care!

TIBURTIUS.

He was a coward.

THE DUKE.

Oh!

THE FRENCH ATTACHe.

No! That's a lie!

ALL.

Eh? What?

TIBURTIUS.

What's that?

ALL.

Who spoke?

GENTZ.

I love a quarrel!

FLAMBEAU.

Aha! Thank G.o.d, there was a man among them!

TIBURTIUS.

Who dared--?

THE ATTACHe.

I dared, sir!

GENTZ.

He's the Attache Of the French Emba.s.sy.

TIBURTIUS.

_You_ challenge _me!_ You represent the King, sir!

GENTZ.

Quite amusing!

THE ATTACHe.

The King is not in question, but my country.

You are insulting France, when you insult The man she loved through many glorious years.

TIBURTIUS.

Buonaparte--

THE ATTACHe.

Please say Bonaparte.

TIBURTIUS.

Well, Bonaparte--

THE ATTACHe.

The Emperor!

TIBURTIUS.

Your card?

FLAMBEAU.

[_Who has disappeared for a moment, and has come back cloaked._]

Come! I've got Gentz's cloak. It's lined with fur.

[TIBURTIUS _and the_ ATTACHe _have exchanged cards_. TIBURTIUS _steps forward and nervously lights a cigar._]

TIBURTIUS.

[_To a_ LACKEY.]

A light.

THE LACKEY.

You hate the Corsican?

TIBURTIUS.