"'Twas a duel--" she began stoutly.
"'Twas murder," his lordship corrected, interrupting--"murder, as any of these gentlemen can and will bear witness.

Rotherby ran Mr.Caryll through the back after Mr.Caryll had spared his life." "'Tis a lie!" screamed her ladyship, her lips ashen.

She turned to Rotherby, who stood there in shirt and breeches and shoeless, as he had fought.

"Why don't you say that it is a lie ?" she demanded.
Rotherby endeavored to master himself.

"Madam," he said, "here is no place for you." "But is it true?
Is it true what is being said ?" He half-turned from her, with a despairing movement, and caught the sharp hiss of her indrawn breath.