He listened in silence to Valentin's account of what had passed between him and the gentleman whose card he had in his pocket--M.Stanislas Kapp, of Strasbourg--after his return to Mademoiselle Nioche's box.This hospitable young lady had espied an acquaintance on the other side of the house, and had expressed her displeasure at his not having the civility to come and pay her a visit.

"Oh, let him alone!" M.Stanislas Kapp had hereupon exclaimed.

"There are too many people in the box already." And he had fixed his eyes with a demonstrative stare upon M.de Bellegarde.

Valentin had promptly retorted that if there were too many people in the box it was easy for M.Kapp to diminish the number.

"I shall be most happy to open the door for YOU!" M.Kapp exclaimed.

"I shall be delighted to fling you into the pit!" Valentin had answered.

"Oh, do make a rumpus and get into the papers!" Miss Noemie had gleefully ejaculated."M.Kapp, turn him out; or, M.de Bellegarde, pitch him into the pit, into the orchestra--anywhere!

I don't care who does which, so long as you make a scene."Valentin answered that they would make no scene, but that the gentleman would be so good as to step into the corridor with him.

In the corridor, after a brief further exchange of words, there had been an exchange of cards.M.Stanislas Kapp was very stiff.

He evidently meant to force his offence home.

"The man, no doubt, was insolent," Newman said; "but if you hadn't gone back into the box the thing wouldn't have happened.""Why, don't you see," Valentin replied, "that the event proves the extreme propriety of my going back into the box?

M.Kapp wished to provoke me; he was awaiting his chance.

In such a case--that is, when he has been, so to speak, notified--a man must be on hand to receive the provocation.

My not returning would simply have been tantamount to my saying to M.Stanislas Kapp, 'Oh, if you are going to be disagreeable'"--" 'You must manage it by yourself; damned if I'll help you!'

That would have been a thoroughly sensible thing to say.

The only attraction for you seems to have been the prospect of M.Kapp's impertinence," Newman went on."You told me you were not going back for that girl.""Oh, don't mention that girl any more," murmured Valentin.

"She's a bore."

"With all my heart.But if that is the way you feel about her, why couldn't you let her alone?"Valentin shook his head with a fine smile."I don't think you quite understand, and I don't believe I can make you.

She understood the situation; she knew what was in the air;she was watching us."

"A cat may look at a king! What difference does that make?""Why, a man can't back down before a woman.""I don't call her a woman.You said yourself she was a stone," cried Newman.

"Well," Valentin rejoined, "there is no disputing about tastes.

It's a matter of feeling; it's measured by one's sense of honor.""Oh, confound your sense of honor!" cried Newman.

"It is vain talking," said Valentin; "words have passed, and the thing is settled."Newman turned away, taking his hat.Then pausing with his hand on the door, "What are you going to use?" he asked.

"That is for M.Stanislas Kapp, as the challenged party, to decide.

My own choice would be a short, light sword.I handle it well.

I'm an indifferent shot."

Newman had put on his hat; he pushed it back, gently scratching his forehead, high up."I wish it were pistols," he said.

"I could show you how to lodge a bullet!"Valentin broke into a laugh."What is it some English poet says about consistency? It's a flower or a star, or a jewel.

Yours has the beauty of all three!" But he agreed to see Newman again on the morrow, after the details of his meeting with M.Stanislas Kapp should have been arranged.

In the course of the day Newman received three lines from him, saying that it had been decided that he should cross the frontier, with his adversary, and that he was to take the night express to Geneva.

He should have time, however, to dine with Newman.In the afternoon Newman called upon Madame de Cintre, but his visit was brief.

She was as gracious and sympathetic as he had ever found her, but she was sad, and she confessed, on Newman's charging her with her red eyes, that she had been crying.Valentin had been with her a couple of hours before, and his visit had left her with a painful impression.

He had laughed and gossiped, he had brought her no bad news, he had only been, in his manner, rather more affectionate than usual.