“After all,” ho said, "tho young
man is a good son —he is bent on re
dressing what ho believes ‘to bo his
| father’s wrong. Does his flipping his
j glove in my face matter to me ? I think
! I shall fire in the air.”
i “I shall refuse to act as your second
j if you do,” answered tho French gontle
; man who w’as assisting us. “ The
j General’s son is famous for his skill
with tho pistol. If you didn’t see it in
his face just now, I did —ho moans to
! kill you. Defend your life, sir! ” 1
spoke quite ns strongly to the same
purpose when my turn came. Romnyne
yicldi'd—ho placed himself unreserv
edly in our hands.
