"Would you demand satisfaction of me, animal ?" "No," answered the young man, with a wry smile.

"Your years again protect you.

But you have a son, and if by to-morrow it should come to pass that you have a son no more, you may account yourself, through this"-- and again he pointed to the weal--"his murderer." "Do you mean that you would seek to cross swords with the Vicomte ?" gasped the nobleman, in an unbelief so great that it gained the ascendency over his anger.
"That is what I mean, Monsieur.

In practice he has often done so.

He shall do so for once in actual earnest." "Fool!" was the contemptuous answer, more coldly delivered now, for the Marquis was getting himself in hand.