Mr. Jordan. I doubt not, Sir Charles, but you are ready to ask pardon of Sir Hargrave, for your part

Sir Ch. Ask pardon, Sir! No! I think I ought to have done just as 1 did. Were it to do again, I should do it, whoever were the man.

Sir Har. See there! See there! Mr. Bagenhall, Mr. Merceda, Mr. Jordan! See there! Hear that! Who can have patience?

Sir Ch. I can tell you who ought to have patience, Sir Hargrave. I should have a very mean opinion of any man here, called upon as I was, if he had not done just as I did: and a still meaner than 1 have of you, Sir Hargrave, had you, in the like case, refused assistance to a woman in distress. But I will not repeat what I have written.

Sir Har. If you are a man, Sir Charles Grandi-e 2 son, take your choice of one of those pistols, G d n you! I insist upon it.

And I saw through the knot-hole, that Sir Har-grave arose in passion.

Sir Ch. As I am a man, Sir Hargrave, I will not. It might look to an angry man like an insult, which I am above intending, were I to say, that I have given, on our Jirst interview, proofs that I want not courage. I give you now, as I think, the highest I can give, in refusing your challenge. A personal insult I know how to repel. I know how to defend myself But, as I said, I will not repeat any-thing I have written.

Mr. Mer. But, Sir Charles, you have threatened a man of honour in what you have written, if we take you right, with a weapon that ought to be used only to a scoundrel; yet refuse

Sir Ch. The man, Sir, that shall take it into his head to insult me, may do it with the greater safety, though perhaps not with impunity, as he may be assured I will not kill him for it, if I can help it. I can play with my Weapons, Sir (it may look like boasting); but will not play with any man’s life, nor consent to make a sport of my own.

Sir Har. D n your coolness, Sir! I cannot bear

Sir Ch. Curse not your safety, Sir Hargrave.

Mr. Jor. Indeed, Sir Charles, I could not bear such an air of superiority

Sir Ch. It is more than an air, Mr. Jordan. The man who can think of justifying one violent action by another, must give a real superiority against him-self. Let Sir Hargrave confess his fault I have Eut him in the way of doing it, with all the credit to imself that a man can have who has committed a fault and I offer him my hand.

Sir Har. Damnable insult! What! own a fault to a man who, without any provocation, has dashed my teeth down my throat; and, as you see Gen-tlemen say, Can I, ought I, novo, to have patience?