My name will be dishonoured! Bah! what does that signify?
Claire does not love me, so what care I for all the rest?
My father no doubt will die of grief, but I must have my revenge!" On arriving at the club, his friend pointed out a very dark young man, with a haughty air, or what appeared so to him, who, seated at a table, was reading a review.

It was the viscount.
M.Daburon walked up to him without drawing his revolver.

But when within two paces, his heart failed him; he turned suddenly and fled, leaving his friend astonished at a scene, to him, utterly inexplicable.
Only once again will Albert de Commarin be as near death.
On reaching the street, it seemed to M.Daburon that the ground was receding from beneath him, that everything was turning around him.

He tried to cry out, but could not utter a sound; he struck at the air with his hands, reeled for an instant, and then fell all of a heap on the pavement.
The passers-by ran and assisted the police to raise him.

In one of his pockets they found his address, and carried him home.