WE reached Vincennes at five minutes to nine.
Another carriage, that of Chateau1 Renaud, arrived at the same time.
We proceeded into the wood by different paths. Our carriages were to await us in the broad avenue. A few minutes later we met at the rendezvous2.
“Gentlemen,” said Louis, “recollect that no arrangement is possible now.”
“Nevertheless——,” I said
“Oh, my dear sir,” he replied, “after what I have told you, you should be the last person to think that any reconciliation3 is possible.”
I bowed before this absolute will, which for me was supreme4.
We left Louis near the carriages, and advanced towards M. de Boissy and M. de Chateaugrand.
The Baron5 de Giordano carried the case of pistols.
The seconds exchanged salutes6.
“Gentlemen,” said the Baron, “under these circumstances the shortest compliments are the best, for we may be interrupted any moment. We were requested to provide weapons—here they are. Examine them if you please. We have just procured7 them from the gunsmith, and we give you our word of honour that M. Louis de Franchi has not even seen them.”
“Such an assurance is unnecessary, gentlemen,” replied Chateaugrand, “we know with whom we have to deal,” and taking one pistol, while M. de Boissy took the other, the seconds examined the bore.
“These are ordinary pistols, and have never been used,” said the Baron; “now the question is, how shall the principals fire.”
“My advice,” said M. de Boissy, “is that they should fire just as they are accustomed to do, together.”
“Very well,” said the Baron Giordano, “then all chances are equalized.”
“Will you advise M. de Franchi, then, and we will tell M. de Chateau Renaud, monsieur.”
“Now that is settled, will you have the goodness to load the pistols?”
Each one took a pistol, measured carefully the charges of powder, took two bullets at hazard, and rammed8 them home.
While the weapons were being loaded, I approached Louis, who received me with a smile.
“You won’t forget what I asked you?” he said, “and you will obtain from Giordano a promise that he will say nothing to my mother, or even to my brother. Will you take care, also, that this affair does not get into the papers, or, if it does, that no names are mentioned.”
“You are still of opinion, then, this duel9 will prove fatal to you?” I said.
“I am more than ever convinced of it,” he replied, “but you will do me this justice at least, that I met death like a true Corsican.”
“My dear de Franchi, your calmness is so astounding11 that it gives me hopes that you yourself are not convinced on this point.”
Louis took out his watch.
“I have but seven minutes to live,” he said; “here is my watch, keep it, I beg of you, in remembrance of me.” I took the watch, and shook my friend’s hand.
“In eight minutes I hope to restore it to you,” I said.
“Don’t speak of that,” he replied. “See, here are the others.”
“Gentlemen,” said the Viscount de Chateaugrand, “a little distance from here, on the right, is an open space where I had a little practice of my own last year; shall we proceed thither—we shall be less liable to interruption.”
“If you will lead the way,” said the Baron Giordano, “we will follow.”
The Viscount preceded us to the spot indicated. It was about thirty paces distant, at the bottom of a gentle slope surrounded on all sides by a screen of brushwood, and seemed fitted by nature as the theatre of such an event as was about to take place.
“M. Martelli,” said the Viscount, “will you measure the distance by me?” The Baron assented12, and thus side by side he and M. de Chateaugrand measured twenty ordinary paces.
I was then left for a few seconds alone with M. de Franchi.
“Apropos,” he said, “you will find my will on the table where I was writing when you came in this morning.”
“Good,” I replied, “you may rest quite easy on that score.”
“When you are ready, gentlemen,” said the Viscount de Chateaugrand.
“I am here,” replied Louis. “Adieu, dear friend! thank you for all the trouble you have taken for me, without counting all you will have to do for me later on.” I pressed his hand. It was cold, but <............