"Giving up anything for his opinions!" I cried, with a savage sneer. "No, Monsieur, I daresay you cannot. If a man will not stand by his friends he will not stand by his opinions. To do either the one or the other, M. le Comte, a man must not be a coward." He grew pale, and looked at me strangely. "Hush, Monsieur!" he said--involuntarily, it seemed to me. And a spasm crossed his face, as if a sharp pain shot through him. But I was beside myself with passion. "A coward!" I repeated. "Do you understand me, M. le Comte? Or do you wish me to go inside and repeat the word before the Assembly?" "There is no need," he said, growing as red as he had before been pale. "There should be none," I answered, with a sneer. "May I conclude that you will meet me after the Assembly rises?" He bowed without speaking; and then, and not till then, something in his silence and his looks pierced the armour of my rage; and on a sudden I grew sick at heart, and cold. It was too late, however; I had said that which could never be unsaid. The memory of his patience, of his goodness, of his forbearance, came after the event. I saluted him formally; he replied; and I turned grimly to the door again. But I was not to pass through it yet. A second time when I had the latch in my grasp, and the door an inch open, a hand plucked me back; so forcibly, that the latch rattled as it fell, and I turned in a rage. To my astonishment it was Louis again, but with a changed face--a face of strange excitement. He retained his hold on me. "No," he said, between his teeth. "You have called me a coward, M. le Vicomte, and I will not wait! Not an hour. You shall fight me now. There is a garden at the back, and----" But I had grown as cold as he hot. "I shall do nothing of the kind," I said, cutting him short. "After the Assembly----" He raised his hand and deliberately struck me with his glove across the face. "Will that persuade you, then?" he said, as I involuntarily recoiled. "After that, Monsieur, if you are a gentleman, you will fight me. There is a garden at the back, and in ten minutes----" "In ten minutes the Assembly may have risen," I said. "I will not keep you so long!" he answered sternly. "Come, sir! Or must I strike you again?" "I will come," I said slowly. "After you, Monsieur." CHAPTER III. IN THE ASSEMBLY.