"I mean you to take advantage of it.

D' ye think I'll suffer any man to cast a slur upon Lady O'Moy?
I'll be sending my friends to wait on you to-day, Count; and--by God!--Tremayne himself shall be one of them." Thus did the hot-headed fellow deliver himself into the hands of his enemy.

Nor was he warned when he saw the sudden gleam in Samoval's dark eyes.
"Ha!" said the Count.

It was a little exclamation of wicked satisfaction.

"You are offering me a challenge, then ?" "If I may make so bold.