Gran. So be it!
Flink. The pistols are loaded. I loaded them myself. I imagine that you still have trust in my honour?
Gran (with a smile). Indeed I have.
Flink. One of them has a blank cartridge in it; the other is fully loaded. Choose!
Gran. But what do you mean? Suppose I were to—?
Flink. Don't be afraid! Heaven will decide! You will not choose the fully loaded one!—We shall stand face to face.
Gran. You are settling everything—the sentence, the challenge, the choice of weapons, the regulations for the duel—!
Flink. Are you dissatisfied with that?
Gran. By no means! You are quite welcome! We are to have no seconds? So be it. But the place?
Flink. The place? Here!