We might have known.

If only I'd reached him first! By Jove, you must let me fight that beast.

Duels?
The idiot, nobody fights duels any more.

I've always--His cuffs are always dirty, too, on the inside!" Rudolph leaned back, like a man refreshed and comforted, but his laugh was unsteady, and too boisterous.
"It is well," he bragged.

"Pistol-bullets--they fly on the wings of chance! No ?--All is well." "Pistols?
My dear young gentleman," scoffed his friend, "there's not a pair of matched pistols in the settlement.