That thrust went home. All the world knew the story of my late Lord Carnal and the waiting woman in the service of the French ambassador’s wife. A gasp of admiration went up from the crowd. My lord’s rapier was out, the hand that held it shaking with passion. I had my blade in my hand, but the point was upon the ground. “I’ll lesson you, you madman!” he said thickly. Suddenly, without any warning, he thrust at me; had he been less blind with rage, the long score which each was to run up against the other might have ended where it began. I swerved, and the next instant with my own point sent his rapier whirling. It fell at the Governor’s feet.

“Your lordship may pick it up,” I remarked. “Your grasp is as firm as your honor, my lord.”