Philip, when the doctor had advised him to leave home for a little while, started immediately for Paris. Next morning he presented himself at the Hotel Meurice, and sent up his card to Sabaroff, for he had learnt that the General was staying there. Philip was soon shown up to the first floor, where the Russian had a sumptuous suite of rooms, and was ushered into the salon. In a state of feverish agitation, easy to understand, he awaited the General. He had but two or three minutes to wait. "Sir," said Philip, as soon as the two men were face to face, "I reached home from Paris a few moments after the departure of your Excellency from my house. I will not take up much of your time now. I have only a few words to say. I am an Englishman, and in my country we do not fight duels with men who insult our wives; we set the law on them, or we give them a sound thrashing." "Kindly explain yourself," said Sabaroff, in a tone at once mocking and arrogant, and glancing about for a means of defence. "I will explain in two or three words," said Philip. He drew out of his pocket the envelope which contained the torn-up contract that Sabaroff had signed in Dora's presence. "Here is the paper you signed in my house," said he; "I return it." So saying, he flung the torn pieces of paper in the Russian's face, and the bits of paper fluttered in all directions. "You will answer to me for this affront, sir," said Sabaroff. "With the greatest pleasure," rejoined Philip. "I am not in England now; I am in France; and you know what I mean by that. I am at your service. Here is my address." The same evening a duel with pistols was arranged by two of the General's aides-de-camp and two artist friends of Philip. Sabaroff hated Philip, and he promised himself to be revenged for Dora's disdain. "I will kill him," he said to himself. The encounter took place next morning at eight o'clock in the Bois de Vincennes. Philip lodged a ball in the right shoulder of his adversary. Sabaroff would have killed Philip with pleasure. At eleven-fifty Philip took the train for London, and at half-past seven he was back in his rooms at the Alexandra Hotel. The duel had been kept secret; there was no mention of it in the newspapers. A week after Philip's return to London, he was told of Dora's sudden recovery and flight to St. John's Wood. Dr. Templeton kept him informed of everything that was going on. It was arranged that Philip and Hobbs should meet once a day, and these daily consultations were held without the knowledge of Dora, until further orders. Philip took Dr. Templeton's advice on every point.