Exaltation had not left Miltoun.

His sallow face was flushed, his eyes glowed with a sort of beauty; and Audrey Noel who, better than most women, could read what was passing behind a face, saw those eyes with the delight of a moth fluttering towards a lamp.

But in a very unemotional voice she said: "So you have come to breakfast.

How nice of you!" It was not in Miltoun to observe the formalities of attack.

Had he been going to fight a duel there would have been no preliminary, just a look, a bow, and the swords crossed.