"Well, sir," said Whately sternly, "I suppose I should asked your
pardon for keeping you waiting."
"I reckon there's plenty of time for the purpose of our meeting,"
replied Maynard coolly. "Since you are the challenged party and we
have no seconds, arrange the matter to suit yourself."
Whately was about to pace off the ground when a girl's voice rang
out clearly, "Stop that!"
"Miss Baron!" cried Maynard, taking off his hat.
Whately threw back his head proudly. This was better than he had
dreamed, for now his cousin would be compelled to recognize his high
and haughty spirit. A glance at the girl's pale, stern face as she
stepped out between them was not altogether reassuring. She glanced
coldly from one to the other for a moment and then said firmly, "I
have something to say about this affair."
"Pardon me, Miss Baron," Maynard began, bowing, "if I am compelled
to disabuse your mind. This is a little matter between Lieutenant
Whately and myself. I am surprised beyond measure that he has
invited you to be present.
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