ent before it was due), fell
back with rage and vexation in his heart that he had not money enough to
stake.

"I'll stake the young gentleman a crown," says the Lord Mohun's captain.

"I thought crowns were rather scarce with the gentlemen of the army,"
says Harry.

"Do they birch at College?" says the Captain.

"They birch fools," says Harry, "and they cane bullies, and they fling
puppies into the water."

"Faith, then, there's some escapes drowning," says the Captain, who was
an Irishman; and all the gentlemen began to laugh, and made poor Harry
only more angry.

My Lord Mohun presently snuffed a candle. It was when the drawers
brought in fresh bottles and glasses and were in the room on which my
Lord Viscount said--"The Deuce take you, Mohun, how damned awkward you
are. Light the candle, you drawer."

"Damned awkward is a damned awkward expression, my lord," says the
other. "Town gentlemen don't use such words--or ask pardon if they do."

"I'm a country gentleman," says my Lord Viscount.

"I see it by your manner," says my Lord Mohun. "No man shall say damned
awkward to me."

"I fling the words in your face, my lord," says the other; "shall I send
the cards too?"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! before the servants?" cry out Colonel Westbury
and my Lord Warwick in a breath. The drawers go out of the room hastily.
They tell the people below of the quarrel up stairs.

"Enough has been said," says Colonel Westbury. "Will your lordships meet
to-morrow morning?"

"Will my Lord Castlewood withdraw his words?" asks the Earl of Warwick.

"My Lord Castlewood will be ---- first," says Colonel Westbury.

"Then we have nothing for it. Take notice, gentlemen, there have been
outrageous words--reparation asked and refused."

"And refused," says my Lord Castlewood, putting on his hat. "Where shall
the meeting be? and when?"

"Since my Lord refuses me satisfaction, which I deeply regret, there is
no time so good as now," says my Lord Mohun. "Let us have chairs and go
to Leicester Field."

"Are your lordship and I to have the honor of exchanging a pass or two?"
says Colonel Westbury, with a low bow to my Lord of Warwick and Holland.

"It is an honor for me," says my lord, with a profound congee, "to be
matched with a gentleman who has been at Mons and Namur."

"Will your Reverence permit me to give you a lesson?" says the Captain.

"Nay, nay, gentlemen, two on a side are plenty," says Harry's patron.
"Spare the boy,