"Four gentlemen for six lackeys!" laughed Barrington. "It is a strange computation of values."
"The methods are different," was the answer. "I think we do you too much honor, but mademoiselle has willed it. We have already arranged our order of precedence, and monsieur has the pleasure of first crossing swords with me. If his skill is greater than mine, then he will have the pleasure of meeting these other gentlemen. You have my word for honorable treatment, but it is necessary that the fight is to the death."
"And my servant here?"
The man shrugged his shoulders. Seth was beneath his consideration.
"There would have been fewer words with the lackeys' method, I presume," said Barrington. "I am not inclined to fight a duel."
"Monsieur is a little afraid."
"As you will."
"Afraid as well as being a liar and deceiver of women?"
"As much one as the other," Barrington answered carelessly.
"Then, monsieur, I am afraid we shall have to employ lackeys' methods."