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"One calls himself the Capitano Ciabatti, the other Cavaliere Dursi, at your service," answered Freccia, indifferently. "Good swearers both and hard drinkers filled with stock phrases, such as 'our distinguished dear friend, Ferrari, 'wrongs which can only be wiped out by blood' all bombast and braggadocio! These fellows would as soon be on one side as the other."
They were undeniably clever, cultivated men of the world, but the superstitious element was in their blood, and all, with the exception perhaps of Freccia and the ever-cool Marquis D'Avencourt, were evidently rendered uneasy by the fact now discovered. On Ferrari it had a curious effect he started violently and his face flushed.
We laughed heartily, assuring him that his perspicuity was wonderful, and he stood on the broad steps in high good humor, watching us as our vehicle rumbled heavily away. "Evidently," I remarked, "he does not consider a duel as a serious affair." "Not he!" replied Freccia. "He has known of too many sham fights to be able to understand a real one.
"Really it is a mere nothing," answered Freccia, lazily, as he surveyed with the admiring air of a gourmet the dainty portion of pheasant just placed before him. "I assure you, only the uneducated would care two scudi about such a circumstance. The excellent brothers Respetti are to blame their absence to-night has caused but why should I disturb your equanimity?
"The noble conte is really not bound to give any explanation," remarked Captain Freccia "even admitting he were able to do so." "I assure you, my friends," I said, "I am ignorant of the cause of this fracas, except that this young gentleman had pretensions himself to the hand of the lady whose name affects him so seriously!" For a moment I thought Ferrari would have choked.
Neither the Marquis D'Avencourt nor Captain Freccia had ever known me personally when I was Fabio Romani nor was it at all probable that the two tavern companions of Ferrari had ever seen me. A surgeon would be on the field most probably a stranger.
I turned to the Marquis D'Avencourt. "There can be but one answer to this," I said, with indifferent coldness. "Signor Ferrari has brought it on himself. Marquis, will you do me the honor to arrange the affair?" The marquis bowed, "I shall be most happy!" Ferrari glared about him for a moment and then said, "Freccia, you will second me?" Captain Freccia shrugged his shoulders.
"He will break his heart if he is not allowed to bind up my wounds!" "I see you are in good spirits, conte," remarked Captain Freccia, as we took our seats in the carriage. "It is always the way with the man who is in the right. Ferrari, I fear, is not quite so comfortable." And he proffered me a cigar, which I accepted.
The two murderers, drenched with blood, lifted it up, and placed it on the bed, wrapped in the curtains, as they had found him first. Then Lorenzino went to the window, which looked out upon the Via Larga, and opened it to rest and breathe a little air. After this he called for Scoronconcolo's boy, Il Freccia, and bade him look upon the dead man. Il Freccia recognised the Duke.
"After these, comes the Capitano Luigi Freccia." "What! the raging fire-eater?" exclaimed Guido. "He who at every second word raps out a pagan or Christian oath, and cannot for his life tell any difference between the two!" "And the illustrious gentleman Crispiano Dulci and Antonio Biscardi, artists like yourself," I continued. He frowned slightly then smiled. "I wish them good appetites!
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