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.
Ahora, mientras tenía en las manos la carta, imaginaba involuntariamente aquel desafío que irían a proponerle hoy o mañana en su casa, se figuraba el mismo duelo, en el cual, con la misma expresión fría y orgullosa que ahora mostraba su rostro, dispararía al aire, esperando la bala del ofendido.