This was inevitable
when you consider that it was a topic of conversation that morning
at every table to which British officers sat down. Tremayne spoke
of the measure in terms of warm commendation, thereby provoking a
sharp disagreement from Samoval. The deep and almost instinctive
hostility between these two men, which had often been revealed in
momentary flashes, was such that it must invariably lead them to
take opposing sides in any matter admitting of contention.
"In my opinion it is a most arbitrary and degrading enactment," said
Samoval. "I say so without hesitation, notwithstanding my profound
admiration and respect for Lord Wellington and all his measures."
"Degrading?" echoed Grant, looking across at him. "In what can it
be degrading, Count?"
"In that it reduces a gentleman to the level of the clod," was the
prompt answer. "A gentleman must have his quarrels, however sweet
his disposition, and a means must be afforded him of settling them."
"Ye can always thrash an impudent fellow," opined the adjutant.
"Thrash?" echoed Samoval. His sensitive lip curled in disdain.
"To use your hands upon a man!" He shuddered in sheer disgust.
"To one of my temperament it would be impossible, and men of my
temperament are plentiful, I think.
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