"You
reproached me this morning with want of filial duty. Behold how a son
can avenge his father!" And he plunged his stiletto within the bosom of
the marchese. "_Your_ father is not yet avenged, young man!" cried Cristofano, in a
terrible tone. "You alone can avenge him!" Ere I could withdraw its point the old man had rushed upon the dagger
which I held extended in my grasp. He fell without a single groan.