Thanks Monk!

Here's take 2. This one is a personal experiment, slightly reworked ending - I felt the first one too forced or too undeveloped. My intention in this experiment is this:

The next part is the whole thing reworked, with just one sided dialogue from the narrator, no descriptions, or anything but dialogue for that matter. I want to convey faster pace, the perception of self-centred drunkenness, when terrible ideas seem acceptable, let me know if you think it's a viable option... Of course that makes the whole thing much shorter, but that's not necessarily bad...

Duel

‘Put down the deck, gentlemen. It is marked. The Count swapped decks.’
‘When, you ask? While you, my dear Baron, were busy refilling your pipe.’
‘The Valet is marked, just as I said. Viscount, your debt is forfeited.’
‘You are a cheat and a rascal, Count, and I am at your service.’
‘Pardonnez moi? I cannot hear your apart, Baron, but I will not stand for this!’
‘You, sire were luckily prevented from finishing your dirty con, what say you?’
‘I shall ask you, Baron, and you Vicomte, to do me the honour of being my seconds.’
‘Respond, if you believe me wrong, but I warn you all, this man is a liar!’

‘And so it is your turn to pick your weapon, Count. I remind you in case you have forgotten honourable conduct! I urge you to be swift - I intend to return to my cards!
‘You will not die of an infarction, so quit stalling!
‘Enough! I will choose myself! Sabres? Pistols? Daggers? If only you could! I used to fight with them in the East.
‘Of course you would have preferred doctored decks, but that is not becoming of gentlemen!
‘You needn’t worry about cards though, you should worry about fighting!’

‘I do not need your help, I can get off this chair myself!’
‘Do not tell me I'm drunk, I would challenge him if I was sober!’
‘Baron, be quiet! Viscount, quit whining! I do not care about the crowd! Let the old cheat tell how he marked the deck!
‘When he reveals his secret I will call of the duel. If he refuses, I swear on my head, you can tell the countess she is widowed already!'

‘Dear Count, I ask of your forgiveness. I was tactless. Before we discharge our pistols, and now, that we are away from the crowd, I wish to explain myself.
I wished to ask a favour of you in private, a loan, but I was shy to do so in that crowded room, and so had to orchestrate this debauchery.’
‘What? Yes! I drank three bottles, and … What?! And idiot? Is that so? Well, I stand ready! Then you shoot first, monsieur!’