Upon the threshold appeared a handsome young man, dressed in a rich and
elegant travelling costume of chestnut brown cloth trimmed with green,
and holding in his hand a broad felt hat with a long green plume;
leaving his well shaped, proudly carried head fully exposed to view, as
well as the delicate, regular features of a face worthy of an ancient
Greek statue. The sight of this fine cavalier did not seem to make an
agreeable impression upon de Sigognac, who turned very pale, and rushing
to where his trusty sword was suspended, over the head of his bed, drew
it from the scabbard, and turned to face the new-comer with the naked
blade in his hand.
"By heaven, my lord duke, I believed that I had killed you!" he cried
in excited tones. "Is it really you--your very self--or your wraith that
stands before me?"
"It is really I--my very self--Hannibal de Vallombreuse, in the flesh,
and no wraith; as far from being dead as possible," answered the young
duke, with a radiant smile. "But put up that sword I pray you, my
dear baron! We have fought twice already, you know, and surely that is
enough. I do not come as an enemy, and if I have to reproach myself with
some little sins against you, you have certainly had your revenge for
them, so we are quits.
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