"Why, a wager between Wetter and myself," I answered. "A match."
"What for?"
"Upon my word, we haven't fixed the stakes; it's pure rivalry." Then I began to laugh. "How odd you should come!" I said. Indeed it seemed strange, for, if the whole affair were traced back to the egg, William Adolphus' flirtation was the origin of it. His appearance had the appropriateness of an ironically witty comment on some hot-headed folly.
"I've half a mind to stay and see you shoot."
"By no means; you'd make me nervous."
"I'll bet a hundred marks on Wetter."
"I take you there," said I. "But I hear your horse being walked up and down outside."
"Yes, he's there."
"It's a chilly morning. Don't keep him waiting. Vohrenlorf, see the Prince mounted."
Varvilliers laughed; even Wetter smiled.
"All right, you needn't be in such a hurry. I'm going," said William Adolphus.
"But I'm glad you came," said I, laughing again, and, as the door closed behind him, I added, "Most lucky! His evidence will be invaluable. Fortune is with us, Varvilliers."
"A man of ready wit is with us, sire," he answered in his pleasant courtliness; then, as we heard William Adolphus trotting off and Vohrenlorf came back, he went on, "All is ready."
Wetter seemed absolutely composed. I marvelled at his composure. No doubt his ideas were not mediæval, as mine were; yet it seemed strange to me that he should fire at me as he would at any other man. I did not then understand the despair which underlay his iron quietness. I was set thinking,
