'I suppose you are afraid that he will kill me, and you will lose your money.' Frison fell back at that almost as if I had struck him, and I turned to my adversary, who had been awaiting my motions with impatience.

God knows he did look young as he stood with his head bare and his fair hair drooping over his smooth woman's forehead--a mere lad fresh from the college of Burgundy, if they have such a thing in England.

I felt a sudden chill as I looked at him: a qualm, a tremor, a presentiment.

What was it the little tailor had said?
That I should--but there, he did not know.

What did he know of such things?
If I let this pass I must kill a man a day, or leave Paris and the eating-house, and starve.
'A thousand pardons,' I said gravely, as I drew and took my place.