swords to flash between friends when there are so many damned scoundrels in the world to parry and pink? 'T is wrong; 't is very wrong. Now, mark you, let us be men of peace at least until to-morrow morning, when, by the way, I have to fight your friend Forister."
"Forister!" they cried together. Their jaws fell; their eyes bulged; they forgot everything; there was a silence.
"Well," said I, wishing to reassure them, "it may not be to-morrow morning. He only told me that he would kill me as soon as he came to Bristol, and I expect him to-night or in the morning. I would of course be expecting him to show here as quickly as possible after his grand speech; but he would not be entirely unwelcome, I am thinking, for I have a mind to see if the sword of an honest man, but no fighter, would be able to put this rogue to shame, and him with all his high talk about killing people who have never done a thing in life to him but kick him some number of feet out into the inn yard, and this need never to have happened if he had known enough to have kept his sense of humour to himself, which often happens in this world."
Reflectively, Colonel Royale murmured:
"One of the finest swordsmen in England."
For this I cared nothing.
Reflectively, Lord Strepp murmured: "My father's partner in the shipping trade."
This last made me open my eyes. "Your father's partner in the shipping trade. Lord Strepp? That little black rascal?"
The young nobleman looked sheepish.
