"
Lotzen's face got crimson; then, gradually paled--like red-hot iron
passing to a white heat. He let the chair fall slowly into place; and
so easily that I could not hear the feet strike the floor.
So, for a space, we stood at gaze. Then he spoke; and I marvelled at
the continued calmness of his voice.
"You are my superior officer, so I may not strike you nor draw against
you. But you will, I trust, pardon me, my dear cousin, if I tell you
that you are a snivelling coward."
"Pray, don't hide behind my temporary rank," I answered hotly. "I
waive it, gladly. Anything, for a chance to puncture that rotten
carcass of yours or to get a good fair crack at your smooth face."
It was a foolish speech. I knew it the moment it was out. But I never
had acquired self-restraint when aggravated by those I disliked--and I
despised Lotzen. Possibly, he had far better ground for despising me.
Had our positions been reversed, I am quite sure I would have viewed
him much as he did me--a foreigner--an interloper--a scheming
usurper--a thief.
My explosion seemed to calm the Duke. He looked at me, intently, for a
moment; then bowed gravely.
"I beg Your Highness's pardon," he said; "you are not a coward.
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