“We will fight, nevertheless. I will efface that blot on my father’s character. My father, who was such a brave soldier, whose career was so brilliant——”
“Oh, well, he will add, ‘We are warranted in believing that this Fernand is not the illustrious Count of Morcerf, who also bears the same Christian name.’”
“I am determined not to be content with anything short of an entire retractation.”
“And you intend to make him do it in the presence of two witnesses, do you?”
“Yes.”
“You do wrong.”
“Which means, I suppose, that you refuse the service which I asked of you?”
“You know my theory regarding duels; I told you my opinion on that subject, if you remember, when we were at Rome.”
“Nevertheless, my dear count, I found you this morning engaged in an occupation but little consistent with the notions you profess to entertain.”
“Because, my dear fellow, you understand one must never be eccentric. If one’s lot is cast among fools, it is necessary to study folly. I shall perhaps find myself one day called out by some harebrained scamp, who has no more real cause of quarrel with me than you have with Beauchamp; he may take me to task for some foolish trifle or other, he will bring his witnesses, or will insult me in some public place, and I am expected to kill him for all that.”
“You admit that you would fight, then? Well, if so, why do you object to my doing so?”