I told him I was sorry to be obliged to do it, and offered him a choice of arms and place.

He rudely wrote back that he would fight on the ground floor where he was always stationed, and that as to arms I might use any I liked, but that his weapon would be his great brush, with which he was ready to sign his name on both my cheeks.
You will allow that I could not consent to that." Anton allowed it.
"And now he sets all the others against me.

My position is unbearable.

I can not be with them without getting insulted.

But I know how to revenge myself.