The brief space of twenty-four hours was soon overpassed, and my

anxieties ceased as the moment for the meeting with my enemy, drew

nigh. My friend called at my lodgings a good hour before daylight--it

was a point of credit with him that we should not delay the

opposite party the sixtieth part of a second. We drove out into the

country in a close carriage, taking a surgeon--who was a friend of

Kingsley--along with us. We were on the ground in due season, and

some little time before our customers. But they did not fail or

delay us. They were there with sufficient promptitude.

Perkins was a man of coolness and courage. He took his position

with admirable nonchalance; but I observed, when his eyes met mine,

that they were darkened with a scowl of anger. His brows were

contracted, and his face which was ordinarily red, had an increased

flush upon it which betrayed unusual excitement. He evidently

regarded me with feelings of bitter animosity. Perhaps this was

natural enough, if he believed the story of Mrs. Clifford--and my

scornful answer to his friend, Mr. Carter, was not calculated to

lessen the soreness. For my part, I am free to declare, I had not

the smallest sentiment of unkindness toward the fellow. I thought

little of him, but did not hate--I could not have hated him. I had

no wish to do him hurt; and, as already stated, only went out to

put a stop to the further annoyances of insolents and bullies, by

the only effectual mode--precisely as I should have used a bludgeon

over his head, in the event of a personal assault upon me. Of

course, I had no purpose to do him any injury, unless--with the

view to my own safety. I resolved secretly to throw away my fire.

Kingsley suspected me of some such intention, and earnestly protested

against it.

"I should not place you at all," he said, "if I fancied you could

do a thing so d---d foolish. The fellow intends to shoot you if he

can. Help him to a share of the same sauce."

I nodded as he proceeded to his arrangements. Here some conference

ensued between the seconds:-"Mr. Carter was very sorry that such a business must proceed. Was it

yet too late to rectify mistakes? Might not the matter be adjusted?"

Kingsley, on such occasions, the very prince of punctilio, agreed

that the matter was a very lamentable one--to be regretted, and so

forth--but of the necessity of the thing, he, Mr. Carter, for his

principal, must be the only judge.

"Mr. Carter could answer for his friend, Mr. Perkins, that he was

always accessible to reason."

"Mr. Kingsley never knew a man more so than HIS principal."

"May we not reconcile the parties?" demanded Mr. Carter.




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