THE DUKE. Not for an Empire! TIBURTIUS. In short this hero was-- FLAMBEAU. Take care! Take care! TIBURTIUS. He was a coward. THE DUKE. Oh! THE FRENCH ATTACHÉ. No! That's a lie! ALL. Eh? What? TIBURTIUS. What's that? ALL. Who spoke? GENTZ. I love a quarrel! FLAMBEAU. Aha! Thank God, there was a man among them! TIBURTIUS. Who dared--? THE ATTACHÉ. I dared, sir! GENTZ. He's the Attaché Of the French Embassy. TIBURTIUS. _You_ challenge _me!_ You represent the King, sir! GENTZ. Quite amusing! THE ATTACHÉ. The King is not in question, but my country. You are insulting France, when you insult The man she loved through many glorious years. TIBURTIUS. Buonaparte-- THE ATTACHÉ. Please say Bonaparte. TIBURTIUS. Well, Bonaparte-- THE ATTACHÉ. The Emperor! TIBURTIUS. Your card? FLAMBEAU. [_Who has disappeared for a moment, and has come back cloaked._] Come! I've got Gentz's cloak. It's lined with fur. [TIBURTIUS _and the_ ATTACHÉ _have exchanged cards_. TIBURTIUS _steps forward and nervously lights a cigar._] TIBURTIUS. [_To a_ LACKEY.] A light. THE LACKEY. You hate the Corsican? TIBURTIUS. What's that? THE LACKEY. Your sister loves his son. Would you surprise them? TIBURTIUS. When? THE LACKEY. Now. TIBURTIUS. Where? THE LACKEY. Where I know-- TIBURTIUS. Wait for me here. Austria shall be relieved. THE DUKE. [_Placing his hand on the_ ATTACHÉ'S _shoulder._] I thank you, sir. THE ATTACHÉ. [_Turning._] What for, sir? THE DUKE. Hush. THE ATTACHÉ. The Duke! THE DUKE. A plot. THE ATTACHÉ. Amazement! THE DUKE. I've nothing but my secret. Now it's yours. We meet to-night at Wagram. _Be_ there. THE ATTACHÉ. I! THE DUKE. Are you not one of us? THE ATTACHÉ. I am the King's. THE DUKE. But you're to fight a duel for my Father. And so we're somewhat brothers. Fare-you-well. THE ATTACHÉ. You hope to win me? THE DUKE. I am sure to win you. Did not my Sire win Philippe de Ségur? THE ATTACHÉ. To-morrow I return to France. I warn you-- THE DUKE. You are a future Marshal of the Empire. THE ATTACHÉ. I warn you, if my regiment meets yours I shall not hesitate to fire. THE DUKE. Of course not. Shake hands before we cut each other's throats. THE ATTACHÉ.