The young man leaped from his chair, his face became livid, and he seemed to contemplate rushing upon Roncherolle; but the latter maintained such a calm and impassive attitude, while holding the prongs of a fork toward his adversary to keep him at a respectful distance, that Jericourt contented himself with saying in a voice choked with wrath: "That insult will cost you dear, monsieur!" "I shall be enchanted to find out whether that is so, monsieur; and I propose that we finish this matter not later than to-morrow morning." "Yes, monsieur; to-morrow, at nine o'clock in the morning, I will be in the woods, near Porte Saint-Mande." "I will be there at that time." "Saint-Arthur, you witnessed the insult, you must be my second." "I, your second; why, I don't know if----" "Be kind enough to have two seconds," said Roncherolle, "for I shall bring two." "Until to-morrow, monsieur; Saint-Arthur, be at my rooms before eight o'clock." Jericourt seized his hat and rushed from the room like a madman, without saluting anybody. The young actress did not think of laughing, she was deeply impressed by all that had happened. As for Alfred, he turned white, red and yellow by turns, and seemed to be inclined to weep. "My dear friends," said Roncherolle, resuming his seat at the table, "I am truly sorry to have disturbed the end of your dinner thus. But what would you have? I have been waiting for a long time for an opportunity to settle affairs with this fellow Jericourt." "Then you are certain that the pretty flower girl has been slandered?" said Zizi. "Perfectly sure. However, this duel will be the judgment of God. Let us drink to the triumph of the truth." "I am not thirsty any more," faltered Saint-Arthur. "Here I am forced to be a second in a duel! I don't like that at all, for--are your seconds quick-tempered?" "Not the least in the world; I shall bring two mere boys; you have nothing to fear; your part will be absolutely passive; you will be there only to look on, for there is no possible adjustment of the affair with my adversary." "Ah! if it's only a matter of looking on, that's different; rely on me." "Oh! how I wish it were to-morrow noon," said Zizi. "But now good-night, let us separate; I am no longer in the mood for talking nonsense. I am only a good-for-nothing, Monsieur de Roncherolle, but all the same I will pray to God for you; and who knows? perhaps He will listen to me." On leaving the restaurant, Roncherolle walked back and forth in front of the theatres on Boulevard du Temple; he knew that Chicotin was particularly devoted to that place, where he often succeeded in obtaining an admission ticket, which he did not sell, but with which he went into the theatre. And in fact Roncherolle had not been walking there ten minutes when he spied the person for whom he was looking. "Hello! is that you, bourgeois?" cried the young messenger. "Have you been to the play? If you are not going back, make me a present of your check."