He heard nothing, he was conscious of nothing but that gleaming sword and those gleaming eyes behind it.
Then a voice--the voice of his antagonist--broke the silence.

"Is more needed ?" it asked, and without waiting for a reply, Mr.Caryll lowered his blade and drew himself upright.

"Let this suffice," he said.

"To take your life would be to deprive you of the means of profiting by this lesson." It seemed to Rotherby as if he were awaking from a trance.

The world resumed its way.