It was quite evident to de Mezy's seconds that he was no match for Robert, and that another trial would probably result in greater disaster, so Nemours and Le Moyne, in behalf of their principal, promptly announced that they were satisfied, and de Galisonniere and Glandelet said as much for theirs.

Meanwhile Monsieur Berryer and the other spectators, who had now risen to the number of two score, continued to watch from the shelter of the trees.
They had seen the result with protruding eyes, but they had not understood when the young victor thrust his sword back in its sheath.
They could not hear the talk, but it was quite clear that the duel was over, and they turned away, somewhat disappointed that one of their own had lost the combat, but somewhat pleased, too, that he had not lost his own life at the same time.
"Shake hands, gentlemen," said de Galisonniere blithely.

"Although no blood was shed it was a hot battle and I hope when you two meet again it will be in friendship and not in enmity.

You are a fine swordsman, Lennox, and it was honorable of you, de Mezy, when you didn't know his caliber, to offer to take on, because of his youth, the older man, Mr.
Willet." Robert came back and offered his hand frankly.

De Mezy, whose head was still ringing from his uncommon exertions and chagrin, took it.