The day, the place, and the weapons, I leave to your choice.

And, stay! You can count on my absolute discretion.

No one, I give you my word, shall learn from me that your fainting-fit had ears, and resented insults.

Here is my address, monsieur." And, drawing from his pocket a visiting-card, he tried to slip it into the cold, listless, pendent hand, which let it fall to the ground.
"What obstinacy!" he said.

"As you will, M.le Comte; I am at the end of my eloquence." He turned his back, seated himself in a chair, and taking a paper, he unfolded it.