With a man, he would have taken possession of the threatening hand, twisting it until he broke it, without the slightest fear of the revolver.

But he had opposite him a woman ...

and this woman was entirely capable of wounding him, and at the same time placing him in a ridiculous situation.
"Retire, sir!" ordered Freya with a ceremonious and threatening tone as though she were speaking to an utter stranger.
But it was she who retired finally, seeing that Ulysses stepped back, thoughtful and confused.

She turned her back on him at the same time that the revolver disappeared from her hand.
Before departing, she murmured some words that Ferragut was not able to understand, looking at him for the last time with contemptuous eyes.
They must be terrible insults, and just because she was uttering them in a mysterious language, he felt her scorn more deeply.
"It cannot be....

It is all ended.