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being such as I could make a plea for resenting, had ever been of a supercilious and almost offensive character. If there be anything which more deeply than another wounds our self-esteem, it is the assumed superiority of those whom we heartily despise. More than once he ventured upon hinting at the plans of the Rooneys respecting me, suggesting that their civilities only concealed a deeper object; and all this he did with a tone of half insolence that irritated me ten times more than an open affront. Often and often had I promised myself that a day of retribution must come. Again and again did I lay this comfort to my heart – that, one time or other, his habitual prudence would desert him; that his transgression would exceed the narrow line that separates an impertinent freedom from an insult, and then – Now this time had come at last. Such a chance might not again present itself, and must not be thrown away.

      My reasonings had come to this point, when a tremendous knocking at my door, and a loud shout of ‘Jack! Jack Hinton!’ announced O’Grady. This was fortunate. He was the only man whom I knew well enough to consult in such a matter; and of all others, he was the one on whose advice and counsel I could place implicit reliance.

      ‘What the deuce is all this, my dear Hinton?’ said he, as he grasped my hand in both of his. ‘I was playing whist with the tabbies when it occurred, and saw nothing of the whole matter. She fainted, didn’t she? What the deuce could you have said or done?’

      ‘Could I have said or done! What do you mean, O’Grady?’

      ‘Come, come, be frank with me; what was it? If you are in a scrape, I am not the man to leave you in it.’

      ‘First of all,’ said I, assuming with all my might a forced and simulated composure, ‘first of all, tell me what you heard in the drawing-room.’

      ‘What I heard? Egad, it was plain enough. In the beginning, a young lady came souse down upon the floor; screams and smelling-bottles followed; a general running hither and thither, in which confusion, by-the-bye, our adversaries contrived to manage a new deal, though I had four by honours in my hand. Old Miss Macan upset my markers, drank my negus, and then fainted off herself, with a face like an apothecary’s rose.’

      ‘Yes, yes; but,’ said I impatiently, ‘what of Miss Bellew?’

      ‘What of her! that you must know best. You know, of course, what occurred between you.’

      ‘My dear O’Grady,’ said I, with passionate eagerness, ‘do be explicit. What did they say in the drawing-room? What turn has been given to this affair?’

      ‘‘Faith, I can’t tell you; I am as much in the dark as my neighbours. After the lady was carried out and you ran away, they all began talking it over. Some said you had been proposing an elopement: others said you hadn’t. The Rileys swore you had asked to have your picture back again; and old Mrs. Ram, who had planted herself behind a curtain to overhear all, forgot, it seems, that the window was open, and caught such a cold in her head, and such a deafness, that she heard nothing. She says, however, that your conduct was abominable; and in fact, my dear Hinton, the whole thing is a puzzle to us all.’

      ‘And Lord Dudley de Vere,’ said I, ‘did he offer no explanation?’

      ‘Oh yes, something pretty much in his usual style; pulled up his stock, ran his fingers through his hair, and muttered some indistinct phrases about lovers’ quarrels.’

      ‘Capital!’ exclaimed I with delight; ‘nothing could be better, nothing more fortunate than this! Now, O’Grady, listen to my version of the matter, and then tell me how to proceed in it.’

      I here detailed to my friend every circumstance that had occurred from the moment of my entering to my departure from the drawing-room. ‘As to the wager,’ said I, ‘what it was when made, and with whom, I know not.’

      ‘Yes, yes; I know all that,’ interrupted O’Grady; ‘I have the whole thing perfectly before me. Now let us see what is to be done: and first of all, allow me to ring the bell for some sherry and water – that’s the head and front of a consultation.’

      When O’Grady had mixed his glass, sipped, corrected, and sipped again, he beat the bars of the grate a few moments contemplatively with the poker, and then turning to me, gravely said: ‘We must parade him, Jack, that’s certain. Now for the how. Our friend Dudley is not much given to fighting, and it will be rather difficult to obtain his consent. Indeed, if it had not been for the insinuation he threw out, after you had left the room, I don’t well see how you could push him to it.’

      ‘Why, my dear O’Grady, wasn’t there quite cause enough?’

      ‘Plenty, no doubt, my dear Jack, as far as feeling goes; but there are innumerable cases in this life which, like breaches of trust in law, escape with slight punishment. Not but that, when you owe a man a grudge, you have it always in your power to make him sensible of it; and among gentlemen there is the same intuitive perception of a contemplated collision as you see at a dinner-party, when one fellow puts his hand on a decanter; his friend at the end of the table smiles, and cries, “With pleasure my boy!” There is one thing, however, in your favour.’

      ‘What is that?’ said I eagerly.

      ‘Why, he has lost his wager; that’s pretty clear; and, as that won’t improve his temper, it’s possible – mind, I don’t say more, but it’s possible he may feel better disposed to turn his irritation into valour; a much more common process in metaphysical chemistry than the world wots of. Under these circumstances the best thing to do, as it strikes me, is to try the cause, as our friend Paul would say, on the general issue; that is, to wait on Herbert; tell him we wish to have a meeting; that, after what has passed – that ‘s a sweet phrase isn’t it? and has got more gentlemen carried home on a door than any other I know – that after what has passed, the thing is unavoidable, and the sooner it comes off the better. He can’t help referring me to a friend, and he can scarcely find any one that won’t see the thing with our eyes. It’s quite clear Miss Bellow’s name must be kept out of the matter; and now, my boy, if you agree with me, leave the whole affair in my hands, tumble into bed, and go to sleep as fast as you can.’

      ‘I leave it all to you, Phil,’ said I, shaking his hand warmly, ‘and to prove my obedience, I’ll be in bed in ten minutes.’

      O’Grady finished the decanter of sherry, buttoned up his coat, and slapping his boots with his cane, sauntered downstairs, whistling an Irish quick step as he went.

      When I had half accomplished my undressing, I sat down before the fire, and, unconsciously to myself, fell into a train of musing about my present condition. I was very young; knew little of the world: the very character of my education had been so much under the eye and direction of my mother, that my knowledge was even less than that of the generality of young men of my own time of life. It is not surprising, then, if the events which my new career hurried so rapidly one upon another, in some measure confused me. Of duelling I had, of course, heard repeatedly, and had learned to look upon the necessity of it as more or less imperative upon every man in the outset of his career. Such was, in a great measure, the tone of the day; and the man who attained a certain period of life, without having had at least one affair of honour, was rather suspected of using a degree of prudent caution in his conduct with the world than of following the popular maxim of the period, which said, ‘Be always ready with the pistol.’

      The affair with Lord De Vere, therefore, I looked upon rather as a lucky hit; I might as well make my début with him as with any other. So much, then, for the prejudice of the period. Now, for my private feelings on the subject, they were, I confess, anything but satisfactory. Without at all entering into any anticipation I might have felt as to the final result, I could not avoid feeling ashamed of myself for my total ignorance about the whole matter; not only, as I have said, had I never seen a duel, but I never had fired a pistol twice in my life. I was naturally a nervous fellow, and the very idea of firing at a word, would, I knew, render me more so. My dread that the peculiarity of my constitution might be construed into want of courage, increased my irritability; while I felt that my endeavour to acquit myself with all the etiquette and punctilio of the occasion would inevitably lead me to the commission of some mistake or blunder.

      And then, as to my friends at home, what would my

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