He was grave now.

"Of course that is a difficulty," he admitted, as if he perceived it now for the first time.
"Under the circumstances, Sir Terence, and entirely to accommodate you, I might consent to dispense with seconds." "Dispense with seconds ?" Sir Terence was horrified at the suggestion.
"You know that that is irregular--that a charge of murder would lie against the survivor." "Oh, quite so.

But it is for your own convenience that I suggest it, though I appreciate your considerate concern on the score of what may happen to me afterwards should it come to be known that I was your opponent." "Afterwards?
After what ?" "After I have killed you." "And is it like that ?" cried O'Moy, his countenance inflaming again, his mind casting all prudence to the winds.
It followed, of course, that without further thought for anything but the satisfaction of his rage Sir Terence became as wax in the hands of Samoval's desires.
"Where do you suggest that we meet ?" he asked.
"There is my place at Bispo.

We should be private in the gardens there.
As for time, the sooner the better, though for secrecy's sake we had better meet at night.

Shall we say at midnight ?" But Sir Terence would agree to none of this.
"To-night is out of the question for me.