Langremont, too, was as unhurt as his enemy, and Jacques Rival murmured
in a discontented tone: "It is always so with those damned pistols; you
either miss or kill. What a filthy weapon."
Duroy did not move, paralyzed by surprise and joy. It was over. They had
to take away his weapon, which he still had clenched in his hand. It
seemed to him now that he could have done battle with the whole world.
It was over. What happiness! He felt suddenly brave enough to defy no
matter whom.
The whole of the seconds conversed together for a few moments, making an
appointment to draw up their report of the proceedings in the course of
the day. Then they got into the carriage again, and the driver, who was
laughing on the box, started off, cracking his whip. They breakfasted
together on the boulevards, and in chatting over the event, Duroy
narrated his impressions. "I felt quite unconcerned, quite. You must,
besides, have seen it yourself."