Gad, if she didn't set an Irish Dragoon Captain on me!--I went about in danger of my life.

The fellow began to twist his damned black moustaches the moment he clapped eyes on me--bullied me till, upon my soul, I was almost ready to fight him! Oh, she was a little tripping Tartar of a bantam hen then.

She's grown since she's been countessed, and does it peacocky.

Now, I give you fair warning, you know.

She's more than any man's match.' 'I dare say I shall think the same when she has beaten me,' quoth cynical Drummond, and immediately went and gave orders for his horse to be saddled, thinking that he would tread on the head of the viper.
But shortly before the hour of his departure, Mrs.Evremonde summoned him to her, and showed him a slip of paper, on which was written, in an uncouth small hand: 'Madam: a friend warns you that your husband is coming here.