My character is blameless and free from all stain, in spite of the sad business in which we were both concerned, and of which you knew the truth from the dead lady's own lips." "What then ?" growled Lira, who had listened grimly, and was fast losing his temper.

"What then?
Do you suppose, Signor Cardegna, that I am still interested in your comings and goings ?" "The sequel to what I have told you, sir," answered Nino, bowing again, and looking very grave, "is that I once more most respectfully and honestly ask you to give me the hand of your daughter, the Signorina Hedwig von Lira." The hot blood flushed the old soldier's hard features to the roots of his gray hair, and his voice trembled as he answered: "Do you intend to insult me, sir?
If so, this quiet road is a favourable spot for settling the question.

It shall never be said that an officer in the service of his majesty the King and Emperor refused to fight with anyone,--with his tailor, if need be." He reined his horse from Nino's side, and eyed him fiercely.
"Signor Conte," answered Nino, calmly, "nothing could be further from my thoughts than to insult you, or to treat you in any way with disrespect.

And I will not acknowledge that anything you can say can convey an insult to myself." Lira smiled in a sardonic fashion.

"But," added Nino, "if it would give you any pleasure to fight, and if you have weapons, I shall be happy to oblige you.