"There are no explanations to be given, messieurs. At what hour to-morrow?"
"At nine o'clock—no, ten o'clock, at Porte Maillot," said Saint-Bergame, who was trembling with anger. "I don't like to rise early. I shall have time enough to kill you."
"Very good, monsieur! Your weapon?"
"The sword."
"That is all."
"I shall have monsieur and another second with me."
"It seems to me that monsieur would suffice."
"You evidently do not fight often, monsieur, and are not familiar with the customs of duelling."
I did not consider it necessary to reply to this new insult.
"Very good; I will have two witnesses," I said, and walked away.