He came a step forward and ducked a ridiculous bow at Thevenin, and laughed still louder.

他上前一步， 向戴维宁可笑地鞠了一躬， 然后笑得更大声了。

Montigny stuck Thevenin upright in the chair, and drew out the dagger, which was followed by a jet of blood.

蒙蒂尼将戴维宁直挺挺地固定在椅子上，拔出匕首，紧接着是一股鲜血。

Thevenin, poor soul, was in great feather: he had done a good stroke of knavery that afternoon in the Faubourg St. Jacques, and all night he had been gaining from Montigny.

戴维南，可怜的人，精神抖擞：那天下午他在圣雅克郊区干了一件大事，整晚都在蒙蒂尼的手下。