“You had never seen me!”
“Perhaps I had seen your photograph.”
She smiled at this, but still looked perturbed.
“Pray don’t be distressed,” said I. “I am very discreet.”
“Oh, I hope so! The prince [she spoke in a whisper] was so urgent about discretion. You haven’t seen him?”
“The prince? No.”
“And—when is it to be?”
“I don’t quite understand.” This was my first truthful remark.
“Why, the duel!”
“Oh, it’s all over!”