"Be silent!" cried Esperance, who felt himself growing mad.
"But this is not all," continued Benedetto. "Jane Zeld, shall I tell the Vicomte the name of your father?"
"I know it not!"
"Have you forgotten the man who took you from a wretched house at the time of your mother's death? This man was Sanselme, the former priest—Sanselme, the former convict, and your father! And now, Vicomte, will you kill me? Do so, if you dare!"
Jane fell back, fainting.
"She is dead!" cried Esperance. "Ah! coward and assassin, I will have your life for this. Have you arms? I wish you to have some chance."
Benedetto threw aside the mantle he wore and showed two swords, one of which he threw at the feet of Esperance.
Yes, he had long craved this duel, and, sure of his ability, felt that he had to do with a mere boy.
Esperance seized the sword, and went up to Benedetto.