"Let that pass.

Who, pray, is more to blame than you?
Who is the probable cause ?" "Need I tell you ?" asked the old man, fixing his flashing eyes upon her.
"What do you mean ?" inquired Corona, turning white, and her voice trembling between her anger and her emotion.
"I may be wrong," said the Prince, "but I believe I am right.

I believe the duel was fought on your account." "On my account!" repeated Corona, half rising from her chair in her indignation.

Then she sank back again, and added, very coldly, "If you have come here to insult me, Prince, I will send for my husband." "I beg your pardon, Duchessa," said old Saracinesca.

"It is very far from my intention to insult you." "And who has told you this abominable lie ?" asked Corona, still very angry.
"No one, upon my word." "Then how dare you--" "Because I have reason to believe that you are the only woman alive for whom my son would engage in a quarrel." "It is impossible," cried Corona.