He flung himself down again with a curse and a groan, and thought no more of the salvation that might lie for him that way.
The morning of that last day of May found him pale and limp and all a-tremble.

He rose betimes and dressed, but stirred not from his chamber till in the garden under his window he heard his sister's voice, and that of Diana Horton, joined anon by a man's deeper tones, which he recognized with a start as Blake's.

What did the baronet here so early?
Assuredly it must concern the impending duel.

Richard knew no mawkishness on the score of eavesdropping.

He stole to his window and lent an ear, but the voices were receding, and to his vexation he caught nothing of what was said.