Salmonet putting himself into violent motion, swore, that he would stand by his friend, his brother, to the last drop of his blood; and, in a posture of offence, drew his sword half-way.

I wish, friend, said I (but could hardly contain myself) that I were in your house, instead of your being in mine But if you would have your sword broken over your head, draw it quite.

He did, with a vapour. D n him, he said, if he bore that! My own house, on sucli an insult as this, should not be my protection; and, retreating, he put himself into a posture of defence.

A^otc, major! A^ow, major! said the wicked wo-man.

Her major also drew, making wretched grimaces.

I was dressed. I knew not but the men were assassins. I drew, put by Salmonet’s sword, closed with him, disarmed him, and, by the same effort, laid him on the floor.

O’Hara skipping about, as if he watched for an opportunity to make a push with safety to himself, lost his sword, by the usual trick whereby a man, any-thing skilled in his weapons, knows how some-times to disarm a less skilful adversary.

The woman screamed, and ran into the hall.

I turned the two men, first one, then the other, out K 3 of the room, with a contempt that they deserved; and Frederick, Richard, and Jerry, who by that time, were got together in the hall, a little too roughly perhaps, turned them into the square.

They limped into the coach they came in: the woman, in terror, was already in it. They cursed, swore, and threatened.

The pretended captain, putting his body half-way eut of the coach, bid my servants tell me, That I was That 1 was And avoiding a worse name, as it seemed No gentleman; and that he would find an opportunity to make me repent the treatment I had given to men of honour, and to a lady.

The major, in eagerness to say something, by way of resentment and menace likewise (beginning with damning his blood) had his intended threatening cut short, by meeting the captain’s head with his, as the other, in a rage, withdrew it, after his speech to the servant: and each cursing the other, one rubbing his forehead, the other putting his hand to his head, away drove the coach.

They forgot to ask for their swords; and one of them left his hat behind him.

You cannot imagine, my dear Dr. Bartlett, how much this idle affair has disturbed me: I cannot for-give myself To be provoked by two such men, to violate the sanction of my own house. Yet they came, no doubt, to bully and provoke me; or to lay a foundation for a demand, that they knew, if personally made, must do it.