other explanations by
replying to Justus Hafner himself.

"Would you like the meeting at my house? We shall have more chance to
escape remarks."

"You have done well to change the place," said Montfanon, five minutes
later, on entering the carriage with his young friend.

They had descended the staircase without speaking, for the brave and
unreasonable Marquis regretted his strangely provoking attitude of the
moment before.

"What would you have?" he added. "The profaned palace, the insolent
luxury of that thief, the Prince who has sold his family, the Baron whose
part is so sinister. I could no longer contain myself! That Baron, above
all, with his directives! Words to repeat when one is German, to a French
soldier who fought in 1870, like those words of Monsieur de Moltke! His
terms, too, applied to honor and that abominable politeness in which
there is servility and insolence!.... Still, I am not satisfied with
myself. I am not at all satisfied."

There was in his voice so much good-nature, such evident remorse at not
having controlled himself in so grave a situation, that Dorsenne pressed
his hand instead of reproaching him, as he said:

"It will do to-morrow.... We will arrange all; it has only been
postponed."

"You say that to console me," said the Marquis, "but I know it was very
badly managed. And it is my fault! Perhaps we shall have no other service
to render our brave Chapron than to arrange a duel for him under the most
dangerous conditions. Ah, but I became inopportunely angry!.... But why
the deuce did Gorka select such a second? It is incomprehensible!.... Did
you see what the cabalistic word gentleman means to those rascals: Steal,
cheat, assassinate, but have carriages perfectly appointed, a magnificent
mansion, well-served dinners, and fine clothes!.... No, I have suffered
too much! Ah, it is not right; and on what a day, too? God! That the old
man might die!".... he added, in a voice so low that his companion did
not hear his words.

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