I had to repeat to her who my enemy was, so that there should be no further mention of assassination.

Prince Otto's name seemed to entangle her understanding completely.
'Otto! Otto!' she murmured; 'he has, I have heard, been obliged by some so-called laws of honour once or twice to--to--he is above suspicion of treachery! To my mind it is one and the same, but I would not harshly exclude the view the world puts on things; and I use the world's language in saying that he could not do a dishonourable deed.

How far he honours himself is a question apart.

That may be low enough, while the world is full of a man's praises.' She knew the nature of a duel.

'It is the work of soulless creatures!' she broke through my stammered explanations with unwonted impatience, and pressing my hand: 'Ah! You are safe.