Richard looked at his brother, who alone kept his seat at the table, a pen in his hand, and gave no sign of leaving his chair, despite the crashing of the enemy's shots. The younger brother was irritated at what seemed to him ostentatious recklessness; and he was, besides, touched with another feeling toward his elder brother.
"Come, old man," said he, "I know well enough you have nerve for anything; but don't stay here now that all the rest of us are leaving."
"I am sitting here," replied the other calmly, "because I am secretary of the council, and I am waiting to record the motion to adjourn, whenever it shall be made."
"He is right," exclaimed the others; "we must adjourn the meeting in due form."
Accordingly all resumed their places around the table, while cannon-balls continued to strike the building, and a formal vote was taken on the motion to adjourn. It was carried unanimously, and all hurried out of the room except Ödön, who lingered behind to complete his minutes. Richard, too, remained at the door until his brother was ready to go.
"Come, hurry up!" he urged; "every one knows you are a man of courage. Coward is the last word to apply to you."
Ödön, however, folded his papers deliberately. "On that point I shall have something to say to you later," said he calmly, freeing his arm from his brother's touch as he walked out.
"Surely you are not going to challenge me to a duel?" exclaimed Richard.
"You will soon see," replied the other, turning proudly away.