"Why, a wager between Wetter and myself," I answered. "A match."
"What for?"
"Upon my word, we haven't fixed the stakes; it's pure rivalry." Then I began to laugh. "How odd you should come!" I said. Indeed it seemed strange, for, if the whole affair were traced back to the egg, William Adolphus' flirtation was the origin of it. His appearance had the appropriateness of an ironically witty comment on some hot-headed folly.
"I've half a mind to stay and see you shoot."
"By no means; you'd make me nervous."
"I'll bet a hundred marks on Wetter."
"I take you there," said I. "But I hear your horse being walked up and down outside."
"Yes, he's there."
"It's a chilly morning. Don't keep him waiting. Vohrenlorf, see the Prince mounted."
Varvilliers laughed; even Wetter smiled.