Now that he held his letter he could not help imagining to himself the challenge that he would no doubt find waiting for him that evening or next day, and the duel, when he would be standing with the same cold proud look as his face bore that moment, and having fired into the air would be awaiting the shot from the injured husband.
Ora, mentre teneva la lettera in mano, involontariamente si raffigurava la sfida che forse quel giorno stesso o l’indomani avrebbe trovato a casa, e persino il duello durante il quale, con quella stessa fredda e orgogliosa espressione che aveva in quel momento, avrebbe sparato in aria, e sarebbe rimasto sotto la mira del marito offeso.