A disagreement arose between my father and M.de Vardes, and still existed long after everybody thought they were reconciled.

It was ultimately agreed that upon an early day, at about twelve o'clock, they should meet at the Porte St.Honore, then a very deserted spot, and that the coach of M.de Vardes should run against my father's, and a general quarrel arise between masters and servants.

Under cover of this quarrel, a duel could easily take place, and would seem simply to arise out of the broil there and then occasioned.

On the morning appointed, my father called as usual upon several of his friends, and, taking one of them for second, went to the Porte St.Honore.

There everything fell out just as had been arranged.