“I regret I cannot accept the offer, count.”
“How? you wear that uniform, that cross upon your breast, by your side that sword, and you refuse a duel.”
“Yes, Emanuel, I do refuse it, because I cannot raise my sword against you, count—believe me, I entreat you.”
“You cannot fight with me!”
“I cannot, upon my honor.”
“You cannot fight with me, you say?”
“At this moment a person who had entered the room without being perceived, burst into a loud laugh, close behind the two young men. Paul and Emanuel turned hastily round. Lectoure was standing close to them.
“But,” said Paul, pointing to Lectoure, “I can fight with him, for he is a miserable and infamous wretch.”
A burning blush passed over Lectoure’s features, like the reflection of a flame. He made a step towards Paul, and then stopped.
“It is well, sir,” said he; “send your second to Emanuel and they can arrange this matter.”