"There is a gentleman below who desires speech with you, sir."
"Oh? Who is he?"
"Mr. Philip Jettan, sir."
"Jettan? What can he want with me? Ay, I'll come." He rose and went languidly downstairs. "This is an unexpected honour, Jettan! Come in!" He led Philip into a large room. "Is it a mere2 friendly visit?"
"Anything but that," said Philip. "I have come to tell you that you will not be able to wed3 Mistress Cleone Charteris."
"Oh?" Brenderby laughed. "Why do you say that?"
"Because," Philip smiled a little, "I am going to wed her myself."
"And there is, as you know, luck in odd numbers. Are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied? Damme, no! The girl's lovely! I've a mind to her."
"Even though I tell you that she desires to be released?"
"Even though she told it me herself!"
"I trust you will allow me to persuade you?" Philip patted his sword-hilt lovingly.
A light sprang to Brenderby's eyes.
"Is it a fight you're wanting? By Gad, no man has ever had need to challenge me twice! Here? Now? Help me push the table back!"
"One moment! You love a hazard, I think? I fight you for the right to wed Mistress Cleone. If I win you relinquish5 all claim upon her, and you swear never to breathe a word of what passed last night. If you win—oh, if you win, you do as you please!"
"Ay, aught you will! I've been pining for a fight for many a long day. You're a man after my heart, stap me if you're not! Here, wait while I fetch my sword!" He hurried out of the room, returning in a very short time with a rapier. "I've told my man that you have come to fence with me. But we'll lock the door in case of accidents. How does my sword measure with yours?"
Philip compared them.
"Very well." His eyes danced suddenly. "Dieu! I never thought to fight so strange a duel6!" He pulled off his boots. "We'll fight in wigs7, yes? One is so displeasing8 without a hair to one's head."
"A dozen, if you like!" Brenderby struggled out of his coat and vest. "You know, you are shorter than I am. We're not fair matched."
"No matter. You see, I must win!"
"Why?" Brenderby made an imaginary pass in the air.
"So much depends on it," explained Philip. "Is the light fair to both?"
"Fair enough," said Brenderby.
"You are ready, then? Eh bien!"
Opening in quarte, Brenderby seemed at first to be the better of the two. Philip stayed on the defensive11, parrying deftly12 and allowing Brenderby to expend13 his energies. Once Brenderby's blade flashed out and all but pinked Philip, but he managed to recover his opposition14 in time. His eyes opened wider; he became more cautious. Suddenly he descried15 an opening and lunged forward. There was a moment's scuffle, and Brenderby put the murderous point aside. Then Philip seemed to quicken. When Brenderby began to pant, Philip changed his tactics, and gave back thrust for thrust. His wrist was like flexible steel; his footwork was superb; the whole style of his fencing was different from that of Brenderby.
All at once Brenderby saw an opening. He thrust in quinte, steel scraped against steel, and Philip's point flashed into his right arm above the elbow.
Brenderby staggered back, clutched at his arm, and tried to raise his sword again. But Philip was at his side, supporting him.
"It's only a flesh wound—painful now—bien s?r. It will—heal quickly. I do not—mistake," he gasped16.
"Damme—I'm not done for—yet!"
"But yes! I fight—no more. You cannot—keep your blade—steady—now! Sit down!" He lowered Brenderby into a chair, and whisked out his handkerchief. He bound up Sir Deryk's wound and fetched him a glass of wine from a decanter on the sideboard.
"Thanks!" Sir Deryk gulped17 it down. "But where are my manners? Pour some for yourself, Jettan! Gad, but you pinked me neatly18!" He seemed to slip back into his habitual19 drawl. "As pretty a piece of sword-play as I wish to see. But you fence French-fashion."
Philip drank some wine.
"Yes. It was at Paris that I learned. With Guillaume Corvoisier."
"No!" Brenderby heaved himself up. "Corvoisier, forsooth! No wonder you're so quick!"
Philip smiled and bowed.
"You frightened me more than once, sir."
"Faith, it wasn't apparent then! You were so intent on winning?"
"It means so much, you see," said Philip simply. "My whole life's happiness."
"What! You really intend to wed Cleone?"
Again Philip bowed.
"I have always intended to wed her."
"You?" Brenderby stared. "I never knew that! What of that young sprig Winton?"
"Oh, I think I can persuade James!"
"Like this?" Brenderby glanced down at his arm.
"No, not like that. Tell me, sir, did you intend to wed Mademoiselle?"
"Heaven forbid! I've no mind to tie myself up yet awhile. Your entrance last night forced me to say what I did to spare the lady's blushes. I'd no notion of continuing the comedy, until young Winton thrust in with his prior claim. Gad, but 'twas amusing! Did you not find it so?"
"I? No. But I was closely concerned in the affair, you see. I may take it that you will say naught21 of last night's work?"
"Of course not. 'Twas a mad jest, but I'd not let it go so far as to damage a lady's reputation. And you may tell Mistress Cleone that I apologise—for what happened before. She's too damnably beautiful."
Philip worked himself into his coat.
"'Damnably' is not the word I should employ, but n'importe." He sat down and started to pull on his boots. "I have enjoyed myself. I said I should."
"Tare20 an' 'ouns, so have I! It's an age since I've had a sword in my hand. I am indebted to you, sir."
"Yes, you are out of practice. I thank the kind fates for that!"
"Ay, I'd have kept you at it longer, but I don't know that the issue would have been different. You must go?"
Philip picked up his hat.
"I must. I have to thank you for—"
"Oh, stuff! I'd no notion of holding Cleone to her promise, but I could not resist the offer of a fight. I wish you could see how monstrous22 amusing it was, though!"
Philip laughed.
"Had it been anyone but Cleone I might have been able to appreciate the humour of the situation! I trust the wound will heal quickly."
"Oh, that's naught! A mere prick23, but I was winded. Fare ye well, Jettan. My felicitations! You felicitated me last night, did you not?" He laughed.
"With black murder in my heart!" nodded Philip. "I do not say good bye, but au revoir!"
"Here's my hand on it then—my left hand, alack!"
Philip grasped it. Brenderby accompanied him to the front door and waved to him as he ran down the steps.
"Bonne chance, as you'd say yourself! Au 'voir!"
Philip waved back at him and turned to hail a passing chair. He instructed the bearers to carry him to Jermyn Street.
It seemed that the luck was indeed with him, for he arrived just as James was descending24 the steps of his house. Philip sprang out, paid the chairmen, and took Winton's arm.
"My friend, a word with you!"
"Yes?" said James. "You seem excited, Philip."
"It's what I am, then. I've come to speak to you of Cleone."
"I'll not give her up to that fellow Brenderby!" he said fiercely. "It's more than flesh and blood can bear."
"Assuredly. But will you give her up to me?"
James turned to stare at him.
"You? But she is to wed Brenderby!"
"Ah, but no! that is at an end. Brenderby releases her. He is not so bad a man as you think. En effet, I like him."
"To-day I have seen him in another light. But that is not what I have to say. Cleone does not wish to marry you, mon enfant, and it is churlish to persist."
"I know she'll never marry me," answered James gloomily. "I only held her to her word because I thought she'd have Brenderby if I did not."
"I understand. You'll release her—for me?"
"I suppose so. Why did you say naught last night?"
"It's easy to say that. Oh, I knew I never had a chance with her! I congratulate you, Philip."
Philip pressed his arm.
"My thanks. You're very generous! And now I must fly!"
"Where? May I accompany you?"
"Again many thanks, but no! I have an engagement. Au revoir, mon cher!"
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