It came nearer and at length drew up; two men leaped off and came towards us; one of whom, as he came forward, took off his hat politely, and introduced himself as Mr.
O'Gorman, the fighting friend of Mark Anthony.
"It's a mighty unpleasant business I'm come upon, gentlemen," said he, "Mr.Fitzpatrick has been unavoidedly prevented from having the happiness to meet you this morning--" "Then you can't expect us, sir, to dance attendance upon him here to-morrow," said Curzon, interrupting.
"By no manner of means," replied the other, placidly; "for it would be equally inconvenient for him to be here then.

But I have only to say, maybe you'd have the kindness to waive all etiquette, and let me stand in his place." "Certainly and decidedly not," said Curzon.

"Waive etiquette!--why, sir, we have no quarrel with you; never saw you before." "Well, now, isn't this hard ?" said Mr.O'Gorman, addressing his friend, who stood by with a pistol-case under his arm; "but I told Mark that I was sure they'd be standing upon punctilio, for they were English.

Well, sir," said he, turning towards Curzon, "there's but one way to arrange it now, that I see.

Mr.Fitzpatrick, you must know, was arrested this morning for a trifle of L140.