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 and you were out. He went away to find the seconds, and marched them off to Nebreda's house.

. Nebreda's! How?

. The Lord send you sense. Don Julian's way, of course, who makes short work of convention and the will of others.

. Go on

. [Going to the door.] They're coming, I believe.

. Who?

. They—they're carrying Don Julian.

. You terrify me. Explain at once. [Catches his arm violently, and drags him forward.]

. He compelled him to fight. There was no way out of it. The viscount cried: 'Very well, between us two.' It was settled it should take place here. Don Julian came upstairs. Your servant sent him away, protesting you were engaged with a lady, and swearing nobody could enter.

. And then?

. Don Julian went downstairs muttering 'better so. I have the day's work for myself.' And he, my father, Nebreda and the seconds came back together, and went upstairs.

. They fought?

. Furiously, as men fight when their intent is deadly, and their enemy's heart is within reach of the sword's point.

. And Don Julian! No—it must be a lie.

. Here they are.

. Silence. Tell me who it is, but speak softly. 64