“Yes; and that reminds me that I have a revenge to take. We will see, my dear monsieur, if you can handle a sword as skillfully as you can a dice box.” “You see plainly that I have no sword,” said the Englishman. “Do you wish to play the braggart with an unarmed man?” “I hope you have a sword at home; but at all events, I have two, and if you like, I will throw with you for one of them.” “Needless,” said the Englishman; “I am well furnished with such playthings.” “Very well, my worthy gentleman,” replied D’Artagnan, “pick out the longest, and come and show it to me this evening.” “Where, if you please?” “Behind the Luxembourg; that’s a charming spot for such amusements as the one I propose to you.” “That will do; I will be there.” “Your hour?” “Six o’clock.” “_A propos_, you have probably one or two friends?” “I have three, who would be honored by joining in the sport with me.” “Three? Marvelous! That falls out oddly! Three is just my number!” “Now, then, who are you?” asked the Englishman. “I am Monsieur d’Artagnan, a Gascon gentleman, serving in the king’s Musketeers. And you?” “I am Lord de Winter, Baron Sheffield.” “Well, then, I am your servant, Monsieur Baron,” said D’Artagnan, “though you have names rather difficult to recollect.” And touching his horse with the spur, he cantered back to Paris. As he was accustomed to do in all cases of any consequence, D’Artagnan went straight to the residence of Athos. He found Athos reclining upon a large sofa, where he was waiting, as he said, for his outfit to come and find him. He related to Athos all that had passed, except the letter to M. de Wardes. Athos was delighted to find he was going to fight an Englishman. We might say that was his dream. They immediately sent their lackeys for Porthos and Aramis, and on their arrival made them acquainted with the situation. Porthos drew his sword from the scabbard, and made passes at the wall, springing back from time to time, and making contortions like a dancer. Aramis, who was constantly at work at his poem, shut himself up in Athos’s closet, and begged not to be disturbed before the moment of drawing swords. Athos, by signs, desired Grimaud to bring another bottle of wine. D’Artagnan employed himself in arranging a little plan, of which we shall hereafter see the execution, and which promised him some agreeable adventure, as might be seen by the smiles which from time to time passed over his countenance, whose thoughtfulness they animated. Chapter XXXI. ENGLISH AND FRENCH The hour having come, they went with their four lackeys to a spot behind the Luxembourg given up to the feeding of goats. Athos threw a piece of money to the goatkeeper to withdraw. The lackeys were ordered to act as sentinels. A silent party soon drew near to the same enclosure, entered, and joined the Musketeers. Then, according to foreign custom, the presentations took place.