"
"I have my engagements here... " began Andre-Louis, and then broke off. "No matter! I will arrange it. A moment." And he was turning away to reenter the academy.
"What are your engagements? You are not by chance a fencing-instructor?" M. de Kercadiou had observed the leather waistcoat and the foil tucked under Andre-Louis' arm.
"I am the master of this academy-the academy of the late Bertrand des Amis, the most flourishing school of arms in Paris to-day."
M. de Kercadiou's brows went up.
"And you are master of it?"
"Maitre en fait d'Armes. I succeeded to the academy upon the death of des Amis."
He left M. Kercadiou to think it over, and went to make his arrangements and effect the necessary changes in his toilet.
"So that is why you have taken to wearing a sword," said M.
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