"I have always held duelling
in extreme contempt," he said when at last he could speak, "but now I
shall certainly fight."
"Fight? You? Fritzi, I've only told you because I--I feel so
unprotected here and you must keep him off if he ever tries to come
again. But you shall not fight. What, first he is to insult me and
then hurt or kill my Fritzi? Besides, nobody ever fights duels in
England."
"That remains to be seen. I shall now go to his house and insult him
steadily for half an hour. At the expiration of that time he will
probably be himself anxious to fight. We might go to France--"
"Oh Fritzi don't be so dreadful. Don't go to him--leave him
alone--nobody must ever know--"
"I shall now go and insult him," repeated Fritzing with an
inflexibility that silenced her.
And she saw him a minute later pass her window under his umbrella,
splashing indifferently through all the puddles, battle and
destruction in his face.
Robin, however, was at Ullerton by the time Fritzing got to the
vicarage. He waved the servant aside when she told him he had gone,
and insisted on penetrating into the presence of the young man's
father.
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