"I will never forget--" "Do not thank me," said Corona, coldly.

"I am not in a mood to appreciate your gratitude.

There is too much blood of those honest gentlemen upon your hands." "Pardon me, Duchessa, I wish there were on my hands and head the blood of that gentleman you call honest--the gentleman who twice tried to murder my son this morning, and twice nearly succeeded." "What!" cried Corona, in sudden terror.
"That fellow thrust at Giovanni once to kill him while they were halting and his sword was hanging lowered in his hand; and once again he threw himself upon his knee and tried to stab him in the body--which is a dastardly trick not permitted in any country.

Even in duelling, such things are called murder; and it is their right name." Corona was very pale.

Giovanni's danger had been suddenly brought before her in a very vivid light, and she was horror-struck at the thought of it.
"Is--is Don Giovanni very badly wounded ?" she asked.
"No, thank heaven; he will be wall in a week.