"M. de Mar may have his choice."
M. de Mar professed himself satisfied with the blade given him.
"Have you summoned your seconds, Lucas?"
Lucas raised his eyebrows.
"Is that necessary? I thought we might settle our affairs without delay. I confess myself impatient."
"Your sentiments for once are mine."
"It is understood you bring your spaniel with you. He will watch that I do not spring on you before you are ready," Lucas said, with a fine sneer.
"And who is to watch me?"
"Oh, monsieur's chivalry is notorious. Precautions are unnecessary. It is your privilege, monsieur, to appoint the happy spot."
"The spot is near at hand. Where you slew Pontou is the fitting place for you to die."