"No; it is all healed."
"But you surely have been terribly wounded. What was it?"
"A sword-cut."
"You have had a duel?"
"Yes, with an Irish officer. I was in London then."
"And why? For—whom did you fight?"
"Oh! it was for a mere trifle. A quarrel following a hearty breakfast."
"Mon Dieu! if you had been killed!"
"I shouldn't be with you now."
"Was the wound serious?"