Mated from the Morgue: A Tale of the Second EmpireO'Shea, John Augustus
History
Mated from the Morgue: A Tale of the Second Empire
O'Shea, John Augustus
France -- History -- Second Empire, 1852-1870 -- Fiction
The young Irishman dressed himself in his best, and was punctual in his
call at the rooms of the youth in blue spectacles. The blear-eyed
stripling was also present. Business was at once opened in a
business-like manner. Explanations were tendered on neither side. The
mutual insults were too gross and public to be blotted out except by
blows. Apology was not asked or offered. The details of the hostile
meeting were gone over with overwhelming affability and owl-like
gravity. In negotiations of this kind, to smooth the passage of one or
two men to a premature eternity, the extremest forms of politeness are
invariably observed. If there was to be a fight, the earlier it came off
the more agreeable it must be to all concerned. Eight o'clock the next
morning was fixed as the hour of rendezvous, by unanimous consent. As
Eugène the Gascon, as his friends took care to remark, was a crack shot,
they had no prejudice against the cavalry pistols.
The first discussion was on the question of the distance at which the
adversaries should be placed from each other. O'Hara, with a charming
readiness to oblige, suggested that shots should be exchanged across a
table-napkin.
The Frenchman demurred.
'That would be slaughter,' said Blue Spectacles.
'Undoubtedly it would be very like it,' agreed O'Hara; 'but my man is
used to slaughter on a wholesale scale--an old soldier of Africa, the
Crimea, and Italy. Does your principal object to being shot?'
'If he does not, most certainly I do, to being arrested as accessory to
murder,' chimed in Pale Face.
Finally it was decided that the adversaries should be placed twenty
paces apart, with privilege to each to advance five paces before
delivering his fire, if he so elected. There was to be no toss-up as to
who was to fire first; they were to consult their own judgment as to
that from the instant the signal for action, the dropping of a
handkerchief, was given. If the first exchange was harmless, the renewal
of the combat was to be left to the discretion of the witnesses.
'With your permission, messieurs,' said O'Hara, 'I vote for Clamart as
the place of rendezvous. I know a retired garden there, walled round and
perfectly secure from observation. It is a most convenient spot; looks
as if it were designed by nature for the purpose. Besides, there is a
deep disused draw-well there, so that we can get rid of any dangerous
evidence of the morning's work in case of a fatal issue.'
The Frenchmen winced, but as they knew of no better site for the
encounter, they agreed--provided there was a good restaurant in the
vicinity. It was contrary to all the etiquette of the code of honour in
Paris to have a duel without a breakfast after. In fact, a duel would
not be a duel if it were not followed by a comfortable repast.
O'Hara eased their fears on this score.
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