Robert. Better than if she had to think of me as a man without honor.
Trast. (Straightening up) Am I not a so-called "man without honor?" And haven't you found me a good fellow? And don't I carry my head as high as anyone in the world? Shame on you!
Robert. (After a pause) Trast--forgive me!
Trast. Forgive--Nonsense, I like you!--That's enough!
Robert. Trast--I--won't fight--the duel!
Trast. Your word?
Robert. My word!
Trast. Come, then.
Robert. Where?
Trast. How do I know? Into the world.