Now, however, matters have gone too far.

No officer, bearing His Majesty's commission, can receive a glass of wine on his nose--this claret of yours is very good, by the way, and by your leave we'll ring for another bottle--without resenting the affront.

Fight you must; and Quin is a huge strong fellow.' 'He'll give the better mark,' said I.'I am not afraid of him.' 'In faith,' said the Captain,' I believe you are not; for a lad, I never saw more game in my life.' 'Look at that sword, sir,' says I, pointing to an elegant silver-mounted one, in a white shagreen case, that hung on the mantelpiece, under the picture of my father, Harry Barry.

'It was with that sword, sir, that my father pinked Mohawk O'Driscol, in Dublin, in the year 1740; with that sword, sir, he met Sir Huddlestone Fuddlestone, the Hampshire baronet, and ran him through the neck.

They met on horseback, with sword and pistol, on Hounslow Heath, as I dare say you have heard tell of, and those are the pistols' (they hung on each side of the picture) 'which the gallant Barry used.