As chance or destiny would have it, four persons met at the lodgings of Clamens, whose opinions in regard to the approaching duel were widely different. (These were the four individuals who, according to the French code, acted as “seconds” for Eusebe and his antagonist.)

Paul Buck contended, with the utmost simplicity, that the duel was a piece of stupidity.

Daniel Clamens maintained that such combats were a necessary evil.

The Commandant de Vic, who was the premier tÉmoin (principal second) of the Count de la Soulaye, affirmed that the duel was the judgment of God.

As for M. de BuffiÈres, the young gentleman who had exchanged cards with Clamens, he confessed that his opinion was governed by the laws and customs of society.

Notwithstanding the disparity of their ideas, the quartette soon came to an understanding. Only one—Paul Buck—thought of extending the olive-branch of peace.

“Messieurs,” said the painter, “I believe that, as the honor of our principals is not in peril, our duty dictates that we should arrange this foolish difficulty.”

“Monsieur,” replied M. de BuffiÈres, “we—that is, myself and the Commandant de Vic—are not authorized to entertain such a proposition from anybody.”

“You are perfectly free to listen or not, messieurs, and I am just as free to make known my impressions. If I speak, it is not idly, but because I feel that I am in some measure responsible for the lives of two men, one of whom is my friend. If any thing serious should occur, I wish to enjoy my rest afterwards.”

“If speaking will insure you easy slumbers hereafter, proceed.”

“If I seek to insure the tranquillity of my nights,” said the artist, “it is because, up to the present, my days have not been too happy. Come, gentlemen, let us talk little, but let us speak to the point. We ought to be able to come to an understanding. I am certain that each of us regrets what has occurred.”

“Certainly,” rejoined the Commandant de Vic. “As for myself, I have been engaged in ten duels, and am not yet dead. Nevertheless, I never take pleasure in seeing two men cross swords with a deadly purpose. I will even go further, and say that the spectacle is very disagreeable to me. But, you know, there are circumstances—you understand me.”

“Youth must be broken in,” observed Clamens, humorously, which caused M. de BuffiÈres to smile. Paul Buck thought this a favorable moment for renewing his attempt at reconciliation.

“After all, to what does this affair amount? Nothing. A young gentleman, jesting with his friends, boasts of possessing a woman to whom he has never spoken,—at least so we are assured; the real proprietor of the lady overhears this vaunt, and tells the young boaster that he has spoken falsely: that seems rather rough. But, between ourselves, what else could he have done? He could not very well invite the young gentleman to dinner. Well, then, let M. de la Soulaye, who, I am sure, is a man of courage, acknowledge that he was wrong, and let the affair drop. Parbleu! We do not seek the life of the offender.”

“You forget,” said M. de BuffiÈres, “that it is the man who gave the insult, and not the one who was insulted, who ought to make the apology.”

“There is another way,” resumed the painter, “of terminating this absurd difficulty. Let M. de la Soulaye prove that he spoke the truth when he referred to the lady. We will prevent our friend from fighting for a woman who is not worth the trouble.”

“M. de la Soulaye,” replied the commandant, “will prove all that is required, after he has obtained reparation for the outrage perpetrated upon him.”

“Precisely so,” added M. de BuffiÈres.

“If,” continued Paul, “by an unfortunate chance, M. de la Soulaye should kill M. Martin, or M. Martin should kill M. de la Soulaye, would that prove that the one did wrong, or that the other lied? Or would the reputation of AdÉonne be in the least benefited?”

“Probably not,” said M. de BuffiÈres, dryly.

Paul Buck, seeing that his efforts to effect a reconciliation would be fruitless, withdrew to a corner, and seemed absorbed in thought. At length, M. de Vic arose and said,—

“Well, is it understood? To-morrow, at seven o’clock, at the Pecq, Avenue de la Grotte; each to bring swords.”