'"You have challenged me," said my antagonist; "I therefore have the right of weapons."
'"Agreed," said I.
'"Your name, Monsieur?" said he; "I always like to know the names of those I kill."
'"Sir Quentin Home, a Baronet of Scotland—yours?"
'"M. le Comte de Forgatz——"'
'Good Heavens!' exclaimed the Marechal de Logis; 'he is the greatest duellist and most deadly shot in France. It is a miracle that you are alive!'
Sir Quentin smiled with careless disdain.
'We tossed up for the first fire and it fell to the Count. He fired, and the ball grazed my right ear—.'
'The devil! that was a close shave.'
'"Now, M. le Comte," said I, "'tis my turn—up with your right hand."