'Yes,' he said, 'I am afraid that I must have stabbed her too, to preserve my self-respect.

You are right.' And he fell into a reverie which held him for a few minutes.

Then I found him looking at me with a kind of frank perplexity that invited question.
'What is it ?' I said.
'You have fought a great many duels ?' 'Yes,' I said.
'Did you ever strike a foul blow in one ?' 'Never,' I answered.

'Why do you ask ?' 'Well, because I--wanted to confirm an impression.

To be frank, M.de Berault, I seem to see in you two men.
'Two men ?' 'Yes, two men.