“Yes, a duel. Pistols, at ten paces,” went on Felix Gussing.
“Well! well!” came from the major in amazement.
“Can I do less?” demanded the would-be son-in-law. “My honor is at stake.”
“Then stand by your honor by all means,” cried the military man, who, at times, was as hot-blooded as anybody.
During the talk the major's daughter had come upon the scene.
“Oh, Felix, what does this mean?” she demanded.
“I am going to fight this—this fellow a duel, pistols at ten paces,” answered Felix, firmly.
“Felix!” she gasped. “You will not, you cannot fight. For my sake, do not.”
“Clara,” answered the dude, smiling affectionately upon her. “For your sake I would forego any personal gratification, but I must not suffer a stain upon the honor.”
“Well said!” exclaimed the major. “Felix is behaving well. I couldn't have done better myself. I admire his courage and I give him free permission to wed you after the—the—”