\'BonneFoi!FranceetBonneFoi!\'ItseemedtomethatIbadnotspoken,thatIhadpliedsteelingrimmestsilence;andyetthecrystillrangandechoedintheroofasIloweredmypoint,andstoodlookinggrimlydownatthem.Fresnoy\'sfacewasdisfiguredwithrageandchagrin.Theywerenowbuttwotoone,forMatthew,thoughhiswoundwasslight,wasdisabledbythebloodwhichrandownintohiseyesandblindedhim.\'FranceetBonneFoi!\'
\'BonneFoiandgoodsword!\'criedavoicebehindme.Andlookingswiftlyround,Isawmademoiselle\'sfacethrustthroughtheholeinthedoor.Hereyessparkledwithafiercelight,herlipswereredbeyondtheordinary,andherhair,loosenedandthrownintodisorderbyherexertions,fellinthickmassesaboutherwhitecheeks,andgavehertheaspectofawar-witch,suchastheytellofinmycountryofBrittany.\'Goodsword!\'shecriedagain,andclappedherhands.
\'Butbetterboard,mademoiselle!\'Iansweredgaily.Likemostofthemenofmyprovince,Iamcommonlymelancholic,butIhavethehabitofgrowingwittyatsuchtimesasthese.\'Now,M.
Fresnoy,\'Icontinued,\'Iamwaitingyourconvenience.MustI
putonmycloaktokeepmyselfwarm?\'