CHAPTER X.THE DUEL.
SYME sat down at a cafe table with his companions, his blue eyes sparkling like the bright sea below, and ordered a bottle of Saumur with a pleased impatience.

He was for some reason in a condition of curious hilarity.

His spirits were already unnaturally high; they rose as the Saumur sank, and in half an hour his talk was a torrent of nonsense.

He professed to be making out a plan of the conversation which was going to ensue between himself and the deadly Marquis.

He jotted it down wildly with a pencil.