A certain sense of terror. Accident
May give him victory.
Gélan.Apologize!
Chrys. (indignantly). To Zoram? Never! Would you have me stain
My hitherto untarnished ’scutcheon? Shame!
Stand back—he comes!
Enter Zoram, with drawn sword.
Well, sir, you’ve kept your word.
Zor. Of course I have!
Chrys. (very sternly). I’m very much surprised—