Clifton.
Oui da—Califton—Monsieur Califton must give me satisfaction for the sanglante affront I have received.
But I cannot conceive, sir, how any man's thinking proper to kill himself can be an affront to another.
Comment, Monsieur? Peste! But it is, if he kill himself to prove me a coward!
Then, sir, I am afraid there is not a madman in Bedlam who does not daily affront the whole world.
How so, sir?
By doing something which no man in his senses dare imitate.
Nom d'un Dieu! Monsieur, I am a man of honour! The family of Beaunoir is renowned for its noble feats, it shall not be disgraced by me. I have been defied, and I will have satisfaction.
But you were not defied to sword, or pistol. You were defied to leap.
Well, sir?