"Never!" he said.
"You know where to find one." "Never! Never!" "You can lay your hand on one in five minutes, you know." "I will not." "Then I shall not fight you!" Count Hannibal answered coolly; and he turned from him, and back again.

"You will pardon me if I say, M.de Tignonville, that you are in as many minds about fighting as about dying! I do not think that you would have made your fortune at Court.

Moreover, there is a thing which I fancy you have not considered.

If we fight you may kill me, in which case the condition will not help me much.

Or I--which is more likely--" he added, with a harsh smile, "may kill you, and again I am no better placed." The young man's pallid features betrayed the conflict in his breast.