The boy swore vengeance against the cause of her distress.
On Friday morning, then, there paced on Leith Sands two figures.
One was Lord Ipsden.
The other seemed a military gentleman, who having swallowed the mess-room poker, and found it insufficient, had added the ramrods of his company.
The more his lordship reflected on Gatty, the less inclined he had felt to invite a satirical young dog from barracks to criticise such a _rencontre;_ he had therefore ordered Saunders to get up as a field-marshal, or some such trifle, and what Saunders would have called incomparable verticality was the result.
The painter was also in sight.
While he was coming up, Lord Ipsden was lecturing Marshal Saunders on a point on which that worthy had always thought himself very superior to his master--"Gentlemanly deportment." "Now, Saunders, mind and behave like a gentleman, or we shall be found out." "I trust, my lord, my conduct--" "What I mean is, you must not be so overpoweringly gentleman-like as you are apt to be; no gentleman is so gentleman as all that; it could not be borne, _c'est suffoquant;_ and a white handkerchief is unsoldier-like, and nobody ties a white handkerchief so well as that; of all the vices, perfection is the most intolerable." His lordship then touched with his cane the generalissimo's tie, whose countenance straightway fell, as though he had lost three successive battles.
Gatty came up.
They saluted.
"Where is your second, sir ?" said the mare'chal.
"My second ?" said Gatty.

"Ah! I forgot to wake him--does it matter ?" "It is merely a custom," said Lord Ipsden, with a very slightly satirical manner.

"Savanadero," said he, "do us the honor to measure the ground, and be everybody's second." Savanadero measured the ground, and handed a pistol to each combatant, and struck an imposing attitude apart.
"Are you ready, gentlemen ?" said this Jack-o'-both-sides.
"Yes!" said both.
Just as the signal was about to be given, an interruption occurred.

"I beg your pardon, sir," said Lord Ipsden to his antagonist; "I am going to take a _liberty--a great liberty_ with you, but I think you will find your pistol is only at half cock." "Thank you, my lord; what am I to do with the thing ?" "Draw back the cock so, and be ready to fire ?" "So ?" _Bang!_ He had touched the trigger as well as the cock, so off went the barker; and after a considerable pause the field-marshal sprang yelling into the air.
"Hallo!" cried Mr.Gatty.
"Ah! oh! I'm a dead man," whined the general.
"Nonsense!" said Ipsden, after a moment of anxiety.

"Give yourself no concern, sir," said he, soothingly, to his antagonist--"a mere accident.
Mare'chal, reload Mr.Gatty's pistol." "Excuse me, my lord--" "Load his pistol directly," said his lordship, sternly; "and behave like a gentleman." "My lord! my lord! but where shall I stand to be safe ?" "Behind me!" The commander of division advanced reluctantly for Gatty's pistol.
"No, my lord!" said Gatty, "it is plain I am not a fit antagonist; I shall but expose myself--and my mother has separated us; I have lost her--if you do not win her some worse man may; but, oh! if you are a man, use her tenderly." "Whom ?" "Christie Johnstone! Oh, sir, do not make her regret me too much! She was my treasure, my consolation--she was to be my wife, she would have cheered the road of life--it is a desert now.