It was a challenge to fight a duel.
"Any friend of yours can call on me to-morrow at three to settle the preliminaries," suggested the blonde captain, placidly smiling up into Mr. Conway's impassive face, and taking his acceptance for granted.
"Very well, sir; I will send a friend of mine to you quite punctually at three to-morrow. Is that satisfactory for the present?"
"Quite so, sir; very much so, sir," smoothly returned Captain Fontenay, bowing his quite imposing military presence out.
[CHAPTER V.]
WHAT THE WINNER'S HAND THREW BY.
"Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper."—Shakespeare.
"Farewell!—a word that hath been and must be,
A sound that makes us linger—yet, farewell!"