k him. "By the tomb of my mother," he bellowed,
"I swear I will have his blood!" Lord Rooster was bawling out, "D----
him, carry him to bed, and shut him up;" which remarks Victor did not
understand, or two victims would doubtless have been sacrificed on his
mamma's mausoleum.

When Kew came back (as he was only too sure to do), the little Gascon
rushed forward with a glove in his hand, and having an audience of
smokers round about him, made a furious speech about England, leopards,
cowardice, insolent islanders, and Napoleon at St. Helena; and demanded
reason for Kew's conduct during the night. As he spoke, he advanced
towards Lord Kew, glove in hand, and lifted it as if he was actually
going to strike.

"There is no need for further words," said Lord Kew, taking his cigar
out of his mouth. "If you don't drop that glove, upon my word I will
pitch you out of the window. Ha!--Pick the man up, somebody. You'll
bear witness, gentlemen, I couldn't help myself. If he wants me in the
morning, he knows where to find me."

"I declare that my Lord Kew has acted with great forbearance, and under
the most brutal provocation--the most brutal provocation, entendez-vows,
M. Cabasse?" cried out M. de Florac, rushing forward to the Gascon, who
had now risen; "monsieur's conduct has been unworthy of a Frenchman and
a gallant homme."

"D---- it, he has had it on his nob, though," said Lord Viscount
Rooster, laconically.

"Ah, Roosterre! ceci n'est pas pour rire," Florac cried sadly, as they
both walked away with Lord Kew; "I wish that first blood was all that
was to be shed in this quarrel"

"Gaw! how he did go down!" cried Rooster, convulsed with laughter.

"I am very sorry for it," said Kew, quite seriously; "I couldn't help
it. God forgive me." And he hung down his head. He thought of the past,
and its levities, and punishment coming after him pede claudo. It was
with all his heart the contrite young man said "God forgive me." He
would take what was to follow as the penalty of what had gone before.

"Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas immolat, mon pauvre Kiou," said his
French friend. And Lord Rooster, whose classical education had been much
neglected, turned round and said, "Hullo, mate, what ship's that?"

Viscount Rooster had not been two hours in bed, when the Count de Punter
(formerly of the Black Jaegers) waited upon him upon the part of M. de
Castillonnes and the Earl of Kew, who had referred him to the Viscount
to arrang