The immediate response.

The immediate response.

The immediate response.

The young woman continued, half smiling, half vexed: `It is very unpleasant. That man is spoiling my ice. '

The husband shrugged his shoulders: `Pshaw! Don't pay any attention to him. . . . '

The viscount had risen abruptly. He could not suffer that stranger to spoil an ice which he had offered. . . . He walked toward the man and said: ' You have a way of looking at those ladies, monsieur, which I cannot tolerate. I beg you to be so kind as to stare less persistently. ' . . The gentleman answered but one word, a foul word. . . . Profound silence ensued. Suddenly a sharp sound cracked in the air. The Viscount had slapped his adversary. Everyone rose to interfere. Cards were exchanged between the two.