more than half an hour he was at his wife's
bedside; calmed by the sight of him, she slept.
When she woke up in the middle of the night
Claveau was still watching over her. After
conversing affectionately with him for upwards
of an hour, she gradually dozed off again, and
Claveau, so soon as she was sound asleep,
stealthily left the house, and proceeded on foot
to Bordeaux to a rendezvous, which he had
arranged with two of his friends at the café,
on the preceding afternoon.

He was first at the appointed spot, but had
not long to wait, for his two seconds shortly
afterwards arrived, and, following close upon
them, came the marquis, accompanied by his
seconds.

During several minutes these two men fought
with considerable ardour; they developed all
their more cunning tricks, and each endeavoured,
in accordance with the approved rules of fence,
neatly to spit the other upon his sword's point.
While the engagement was thus proceeding
Lucien still pressing his adversary closely, said
to him, "You gave me a blow yesterday with
your fist; as yet I have not deigned to return
it, but I intend doing so before I send you, as I
shortly shall, to your last home." The pair
were still in close conflict with each other,
when Lucien rapidly passed his sword under
his left arm, and, at the same moment, dealt
the marquis a violent blow in the face. Then,
regaining hold of his weapon, he assumed a
defensive position before Lignano had time to
recover himself, for the blow he had received
had sent him reeling to the ground. This
daring feat, the most audacious, perhaps, that
has ever occurred in a duel, astounded the
seconds. The marquis was beside himself, and,
in a fit of rage, sprang with raised sword upon
Lucien Claveau, who calmly and confidently
awaited his onslaught.

"Monsieur le marquis," said he, "we are
now quits."

The marquis renewed his attacks again and
again, but always to find himself foiled.
Presently, by a rapid movement, Lucien disarmed
the marquis, then, thrusting his own sword
downwards, pinned him by his right foot to
the ground. After a few seconds Lucien drew
his sword out and handed the marquis his own
weapon.

The seconds came forward; Lignano made
vain efforts to continue standing upon both
feet. "It is useless," said the seconds to him,
"it is quite impossible that you can go on."
Glaring at his adversary with a savage expression,
he said to him, "It is not over yet. I
have still the chance of putting a bullet through
your head."

The pistols were loaded. The impetuous
marquis, regardless of the pain he was enduring,
hobbled along until he arrived at the point
where he was compelled to halt; he was then
ten. paces distant from Claveau, who had not
advanced a single step, and who remained
immovable while he received the marquis's fire.

"It is now my turn," said he, and advancing
five paces towards the marquis, he deliberately
took aim at him.

"Claveau," exclaimed one of the seconds,
"this will never do; it is nothing less than
murder."

Lucien turned round and faced him. "Look
here," said he, pointing to a hole in his shirt
at the shoulder, from which drops of blood
were oozing, showing that his opponent's ball
had taken effect. The next moment he fired,
and the marquis fell with his face to the ground.
When they raised him he was dead; the ball
had pierced his forehead and entered the brain.

Lucien, after having had his wound dressed
(it was but a graze) hastened back to his wife's
bedside to find that, alarmed anew at his
second absence, she had relapsed. At night
she was in the utmost danger. Next morning,
while Claveau had gone to steal a few minutes'
rest in an adjacent chamber, a commissary of
police, arrived at the house to arrest him on
information furnished by one of the marquis's
seconds. This new shock killed his wife.
Lucien, in the bitterness of his grief, threw
himself upon her lifeless form, and was only
removed from it with difficulty. Then, assuming
an air of calmness, he said he was ready, and
the next moment, as if by some sudden thought,
seized one of a pair of pistols which were
always kept loaded, on the top of a small
cabinet, and placing it to his ear, disposed with
his own hand of the last of the Bordeaux
duellists.

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