For what purpose had you drawn your sword ?" "I challenged the vicomte, and he refused to fight." "On my account ?" sternly.

"You did wrong." "I can not change the heat of my blood," carelessly.
"No; but you can lose it, and at present it is very precious to me.

He refused?
The vicomte has sound judgment." "Oh, he and I shall be killing each other one of these fine days; but not wholly on your account, Paul," gloom wrinkling his brow, as if the enlightening finger of prescience had touched it.

"It is fully one o'clock; you will be wanting sleep." "Sleep ?" The ironist twisted his mouth.

"It will be many a day ere sleep makes contest with my eyes.