Clarkson—Yes, let us go.
[At the moment that Mr. and Mrs. Clarkson are going out, servants and police officials, accompanied by a commissioner of the police service, appear in the door. Clarkson is pointed out.]
Commissioner—I beg your pardon, monsieur,—there seems to have been—a murder here.
Clarkson—Oh no, monsieur, not at all a murder—only a duel.
Commissioner—And am I to understand, monsieur, that it is you who—
Clarkson—Oh yes, monsieur, it is I. You have come to take me into custody?
Commissioner—Yes, monsieur.
Clarkson—What a ridiculous country! I am ready to follow you, monsieur. But I am an American citizen. I shall give you bail—but of course, the law before anything....
Mrs. Clarkson—Reckon on me, Clarkson. I shall take charge of this matter.