Fritz.
Father, I did not wish to tell anything. I came here only to take farewell of you in silence. But you have drawn it out of me, father.
Major (flying into a passion).
So, there's a scandal.... You had to carry it to the point of making a scandal--you damned fool! (More calmly.) Lanski has challenged you?
(Fritz nods assent.)
Major.
Well, yes--and it is well known--Lanski is a dead shot. He is perhaps the best shot anywhere hereabouts.... But still your wrist is in good order. How can one throw the thing away like that? I have fought three duels, and two of them under difficult conditions--eh--and--there, see here! How can one say such a thing? How can one, man?
Fritz.
Father, the affair at this moment is in such a state that, after all, I don't know whether I shall be granted a duel!
Major (hoarsely).