Sub-lieutenant Michin--an undersized youth with sunken chest, dark, pock-marked, freckled face and two timid, almost frightened eyes--blushed till the tears came into his eyes. "Gentlemen, I only--gentlemen, I may be mistaken," he said, "but, in my opinion--I mean in other words, as I look at the matter, every particular case ought necessarily to be considered by itself." He now began to bow and stammer worse and worse, at the same time grabbing nervously with the tips of his fingers at his invisible moustaches. "A duel may occasionally be useful, even necessary, nobody can deny, and I suppose there is no one among us who will not approach the lists--when honour demands it. That is, as I have said, indisputable; but, gentlemen, sometimes the highest honour might also be found in--in holding out the hand of reconciliation. Well, of course, I cannot now say on what occasions this----" "Ugh! you wretched Ivanovich," exclaimed Artschakovski, interrupting him in a rude and contemptuous tone, "don't stand here mumbling. Go home to your dear mamma and the feeding-bottle." "Gentlemen, won't you allow me to finish what I was going to say?" But Osadchi with his powerful bass voice put a stop to the dispute. In a second there was silence in the room. "Every duel, gentlemen, must, above all, end in death for at least one of the parties, otherwise it is _absurd_. Directly coddling or humanity, so-called, comes in, the whole thing is turned into a farce. 'Fifteen paces distance and only one shot.' How damnably pitiful! Such a deplorable event only happens in such tomfooleries as are called French duels, which one reads about, now and then, in our papers. They meet, each fires a bullet out of a toy pistol, and the thing is over. Then come the cursed newspaper hacks with their report on the duel, which invariably winds up thus: 'The duel went off satisfactorily. Both adversaries exchanged shots without inflicting any injury on either party, and both displayed the greatest courage during the whole time. At the breakfast, after the champagne, both the former mortal enemies fell into each other's arms, etc.' A duel like that, gentlemen, is nothing but a scandal, and does nothing to raise the tone of our society." Several of the company tried to speak at once. Liech, in particular, made a last despairing attack on those present to finish his story: "Well, well, my friends, it was like this--but listen, you puppies."