"Oh! it is Del Ferice," answered Giovanni, who had forgotten that he had not mentioned the name of his probable antagonist. The Prince laughed.
"Del Ferice! Who would have thought it? He is a dead man. What was it all about?"
"That is unnecessary to say here," said Giovanni, quietly. "He insulted me grossly. I half-strangled him, and told him he was a dog. I suppose he will fight."
"Ah yes; he will probably fight," repeated Spicca, thoughtfully. "What are your weapons, Don Giovanni?"
"Anything he likes."
"But the choice is yours if he challenges," returned the Count.
"As you please. Arrange all that—foils, swords, or pistols."
"You do not seem to take much interest in this affair," remarked Spicca, sadly.
"He is best with foils," said the old Prince.
"Foils or pistols, of course," said the Count. "Swords are child's play."