"One evening, we had both gone out horseback riding. My wife's horse became very restless and she was so frightened that she begged me to lead him to the stables and she would walk back by herself. On reaching the house, I found a travelling coach at the door and was told that a man was waiting in the library. He had refused to give his name, saying he wished to see me on business. I came into this room and in the half light I saw a man with a beard standing before the mantelpiece, still in his dusty travelling clothes. I drew nearer to him, trying to place him in my memory.
"'You do not remember me, Count?' said he, in a voice that shook.
"'Silvio!' I cried.
"And to be candid with you, I felt as if my hair were standing on end.
"'Exactly,' he continued, 'and it is my turn to shoot. I have come to fire. Are you ready?'
"I saw a revolver sticking out of his left pocket. I measured twelve paces and stood there in that corner, begging him to be quick about it, as my wife would return in a few moments.
He said he wanted a light first and I rang for candles.
"I closed the door after giving orders not to admit anyone, and once more I told him to
