she asked excitedly. “Gallen fought a duel this morning at dawn!”As she spoke, she walked across the room to the mirror so she did not see Torilla spring up from the desk, her face deathly pale, her lips moving although no sound came from them.“You must admit it is really romantic,” Beryl went on, regarding her reflection, “because of course, he fought over me!”“He is – not hurt?”Torilla managed to say the words but they were hardly audible.“Charles tells me that Gallen received a slight scratch, but his opponent is at death’s door.”“Who – was it?”Torilla could not help the question even though she knew the answer.“A man called Sir Jocelyn Threnton,” Beryl replied, taking off her bonnet and smoothing down her hair. “I believe I have met him, but I cannot remember what he looks like.”“And the Marquis is – not really h-hurt?”“He should not actually have received a scratch, so Charles says,” Beryl answered, “but Sir Jocelyn fired before the referee had counted ten.”She gave a little laugh.“It is so like Gallen’s luck for him to sense what would happen and, as Sir Jocelyn fired, he stepped to one side.
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