Max Pemberton,
A Gentleman's Gentleman — Chapter 20
(1896)
“ Once they had cried out, not a man spoke. Silently, with faces flushed, their heads bent forward, they watched the meeting as the two came together at last, face to face, almost heart to heart. "My God! it cannot be; he does not mean it. It's a play—he does not want his life." I could not keep the words back as the two men met, and stood for one awful minute on the line together. The general's face was still a beautiful thing to see; the count continued to bend forward, holding his pistol at his side. ”
