"Why, if you are so rash, it is yourself, assuredly, will be slain." He smiled tranquilly at that reflection upon his courage and his skill.
"So might it befall if I went alone," said he.

She understood.

Her eyes dilated with horror, with loathing of him.

The angry words that sprang to her lips were not to be denied.
"You cur, you cowardly assassin!" she blazed at him.

"I might have guessed that in some such cutthroat manner would your vaunt of winning me at the sword-point be accomplished." She watched the colour fade from his cheeks, and the ugly, livid hue that spread in its room to his very lips.