I made sure that I should be wounded, if not killed, and I shut my eyes as I fired my pistol in the air.

I felt my head swim, and thought I was hurt, but fortunately I was not.

The pistols were loaded again, and we fired a second time.

The seconds then interfered, and it was proposed that we should shake hands, which I was very glad to do, for I considered my life to have been saved by a miracle.

We all went back to the coffee-room, and sat down to breakfast.