He met Casalverde on the following morning at seven o'clock, and at precisely a quarter past, he left him dead on the field.

He breakfasted with his seconds at half-past eight, and left Rome with them for Paris at ten o'clock.

He had selected two French officers who were about to return to their home, in order not to inconvenience any of his friends by obliging them to leave the country; which showed that, even in moments of great excitement, Count Spicca was thoughtful of others.
When the surgeon had dressed Giovanni's wounds, he left the father and son together.

Giovanni lay upon a couch in his own sitting-room, eating his breakfast as best he could with one hand.

The old Prince paced the floor, commenting from time to time upon the events of the morning.
"It is just as well that you did not kill him, Giovanni," he remarked; "it would have been a nuisance to have been obliged to go away just now." Giovanni did not answer.
"Of course, duelling is a great sin, and is strictly forbidden by our religion," said the Prince suddenly.