He remembered the presence of Boleslas on that same couch, at the same time of the day, forty-eight hours before.

How the drama would progress if that madman went away in that mood! He knew only too well that Maitland's brother-in-law had not told him all.
"It is absurd," he cried, "it is madness, it is folly!...

You are not going to fight about an argument such as you have related to me?
You talked at the corner of the street, you exchanged a few angry words, and then, suddenly, seconds, a duel....

Ah, it is absurd." "You forget that I offered him a violent insult in raising my cane to him," interrupted Florent, "and since he demands satisfaction I must give it to him." "Do you believe," said the writer, "that the public will be contented with those reasons?
Do you think they will not look for the secret motives of the duel?
Do I know the story of a woman ?...

You see, I ask no questions.