He was quite in the wrong, having insulted Lady Fuddlestone, when in liquor, at the Brentford assembly.

But, like a gentleman, he scorned to apologise, and Sir Huddlestone received a ball through his hat, before they engaged with the sword.

I am Harry Barry's son, sir, and will act as becomes my name and my quality.' 'Give me a kiss, my dear boy,' said Fagan, with tears in his eyes.
'You're after my own soul.

As long as Jack Fagan lives you shall never want a friend or a second.' Poor fellow! he was shot six months afterwards, carrying orders to my Lord George Sackville, at Minden, and I lost thereby a kind friend.

But we don't know what is in store for us, and that night was a merry one at least.