“Yes.”
“So have I. We will charge all barrels. If the first shot produces no effect we will fire till one of us falls dead.”
“This may be all very well, but it does not accord with the practice of civilised communities,” said the earl, carelessly. “It seems to me more like deliberate murder than anything else.”
“It is not murder. It is a duel to the death—that is all.”
“Oh, I see, a mere trifle, of course, in your estimation, perhaps. Have a care, young man—be not so relentless.”
“The injury I have received from your hands admits of no atonement. I am resolved,” replied Chanet.
“Well, if that be the case, I will not offer any opposition. Now about the hour?”
“At six o’clock to-morrow evening—will that suit you?”
“I am master of my own time—say six then.”
“You will keep your word?”