r at
the Craven race-meeting.

"My Lord," said the Squire, "May I ask you for the L200 I won from you?
You have had time to get over your beating."

"I'm surprised you should ask for the money," replied Lord George, "the
affair was robbery; but can you count?"

The Squire rejoined something to the effect that he could count when he
was at Eton, and Lord George then counted out a number of banknotes into
Osbaldeston's hand.

"It will not end here, Lord George," said the Squire in high dudgeon.

The conversation was at the entrance to the rooms of the Jockey Club,
and shortly after it had taken place the Squire sent a second to demand
an apology, or that Lord George would fight a duel. The challenge was
declined, but the fiery Squire returned to the charge.

"I will pull your nose the next time I see you," was the message he sent
to his Lordship, who had no alternative but to meet in a duel or to be
subjected to continuous annoyance from the doughty Osbaldeston.

Colonel Anson was named as Lord George's second and the meeting-place
was at Wormwood Scrubs at six a.m. The weapons were pistols and the
antagonists stood twelve steps apart.

The Squire was a real country sportsman, a fine horseman and a dead
shot, his skill with the pistol was such that he could kill pigeons
flying and rarely missed, whereas the elegant Lord George was more at
home in the boudoir and was unaccustomed to pistol-practice. Osbaldeston
had given it out that he would put a bullet through his opponent, which
was a rumour not pleasant to reach Lord George's ears.

It was through the finesse of Colonel Anson that the affair ended as it
did. By agreement he was to count up to three and when he called the
last number both men were to fire.

"One" was uttered with great deliberation.

"Two, three" the Colonel called out in rapid succession, so that the
Squire was taken unawares and his shot went an inch or two above Lord
George's hair, piercing his hat.

As for Lord George he fired skywards and so the duel ended.

Colonel Anson and Lord George were friends for life, and years
afterwards the quarrel with the Squire was so far made up that Lord
George invited him to see his horses in training at Danebury. For the
greater part of the period between 1830 and 1846 he was regarded as the
Dictator of the Turf.

In 1841 he removed his stables from Danebury to Goodwood where his
friend, the Duke of Richmond, allowed him every facility on his esta