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"Here you are," said he; "let us be off, then." On the way, he observed, "I have only fought with men of honour up to now, and I don't much care for killing a rascal; it's hangman's work." "I know," I replied, "that it's very hard to have to risk one's life against a fellow like that." "There's no risk," said Schmit, with a laugh. "I am certain that I shall kill him." "How can you be certain?"
I shall walk to and fro between these two trees, and you may walk as far if you like to do so when my turn comes to fire." Nothing could be clearer or more calmly delivered than this explanation. "But we must decide," said I, "who is to have the first shot." "There is no need," said Schmit. "I never fire first, besides, the gentleman has a right to the first shot."
I had almost cured myself of my fancy when, a few days after our conversation, I happened to go into a billiard-room where d'Ache was playing with a Swiss named Schmit, an officer in the Swedish army. As soon as d'Ache saw me he asked whether I would lay the ten Louis he owed me against him. "Yes," said I, "that will make double or quits."
Madame Schmit, whom the king for good reasons of his own had accommodated with apartments in the palace, asked me one evening to sup with her, telling me that the king would be of the party. I accepted the invitation, and I was delighted to find the delightful Bishop Kraswiski, the Abbe Guigiotti, and two or three other amateurs of Italian literature.
The man of honour ought always to be ready to use the sword to defend himself from insult, or to give satisfaction for an insult he has offered. I know that the law of duelling is a prejudice which may be called, and perhaps rightly, barbarous, but it is a prejudice which no man of honour can contend against, and I believed Schmit to be a thorough gentleman.
As for Schmit, he fought like a brave gentleman, and I don't think you could get much out of him if he were still here. Good-day, madam." I had scarcely got fifty paces from the house when I was joined by de Pyene, who said that rather than Madame d'Ache should have to complain of me he would cut my throat on the spot. We neither of us had swords.
"I owe you twenty louis also;" but I made no reply. Schmit put the money in his purse with the calmest air imaginable, and making no reply to the other's boast placed himself between two trees, distant about four paces from one another, and drawing two pistols from his pocket said to d'Ache, "Place yourself at a distance of ten paces, and fire first.
"I owe you twenty louis also;" but I made no reply. Schmit put the money in his purse with the calmest air imaginable, and making no reply to the other's boast placed himself between two trees, distant about four paces from one another, and drawing two pistols from his pocket said to d'Ache, "Place yourself at a distance of ten paces, and fire first.
Emmy Lou's heart ached for those. Meanwhile Miss Lizzie bent and deliberately smelled of each package in turn as the little girls filed by. Most of the faces of the little girls were red. Then came Lisa Lisa Schmit. Her lunch was in paper heavy brown paper. Miss Lizzie smelled of Lisa's lunch and stopped the line. "Open it," said Miss Lizzie.
D'Ache parried the blow with his hand, and drawing his sword rushed at Schmit, who had no arms. The marker, a sturdy young fellow, caught hold of d'Ache round the body, and thus prevented murder. The Swiss went out, saying, "We shall see each other again." The rascally Frenchman cooled down, and said to me, "Now, you see, we are quits." "Very much quits."
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