Before bringing Monsieur Chapron to me you will repeat to him what I have said, word for word." "Word for word," replied the other, adding: "He is at home awaiting the result of my undertaking." "Then," said the Marquis, "I will return to Rome with you at once.

He has probably already received Gorka's seconds, and if they really wish to arrange a duel the rule is not to put it off....

I shall not see my procession, but to prevent misfortune is to do a good deed, and it is one way of praying to God." "Let me press your hand, my noble friend," said Dorsenne; "never have I better understood what a truly brave man is." When the writer alighted, three-quarters of an hour later, at the house on the Rue Leopardi, after having seen Montfanon home, he felt sustained by such moral support that was almost joyous.

He found Florent in his species of salon-smoking-room, arranging his papers with methodical composure.
"He accepts," were the first words the young men uttered, almost simultaneously, while Dorsenne repeated Montfanon's words.
"I depend absolutely on you two," replied the other.

"I have no thirst for Monsieur de Gorka's blood....