"You expected me, doubtless, and I will not detain you with apologies for the lateness of the hour," said the general, a stiff and soldier-like old man, to whom duels were very ordinary matters indeed. "I may add that my principal, Prince Rivani, will not accept an apology."
Austin Ambrose bowed.
"The Earl of Ferrers has no intention of offering one," he said, quietly.
The general inclined his head.
"As the person challenged, the earl has the choice of weapons," he said.
"Though, like most Englishmen, I am unfamiliar with the etiquette of the duello, I am aware of that. Lord Ferrers chooses swords."
The general looked rather surprised.
"Indeed! In honor, I am compelled to remind you, sir, that his highness is skilled with the rapier; if pistols would be considered more fair——"
"Thanks, general, but the earl has made his choice."