think of to delay the duel. She punched Simon. In his good eye. Simon howled in pain as he staggered back. “What the hell was that for?” “Fall down, you idiot,” she hissed. If he was prostrate on the ground, Anthony couldn’t very well shoot him. “I am certainly not going to fall down!” He clutched his eye as he muttered, “Good God, being felled by a woman. Intolerable.” “Men,” Daphne grunted. “Idiots, all.”
