CHAPTER TWENTIETH.
-- If you fail Honour here, Never presume to serve her any more; Bid farewell to the integrity of armes; And the honourable name of soldier Fall from you, like a shivered wreath of laurel By thunder struck from a desertlesse forehead.
A Faire Quarrell.
Early the next morning, a gentleman came to wait upon Mr.Lovel, who was up and ready to receive him.

He was a military gentleman, a friend of Captain M'Intyre's, at present in Fairport on the recruiting service.
Lovel and he were slightly known to each other.

"I presume, sir," said Mr.Lesley (such was the name of the visitor), "that you guess the occasion of my troubling you so early ?" "A message from Captain M'Intyre, I presume ?" "The same.

He holds himself injured by the manner in which you declined yesterday to answer certain inquiries which he conceived himself entitled to make respecting a gentleman whom he found in intimate society with his family." "May I ask, if you, Mr.Lesley, would have inclined to satisfy interrogatories so haughtily and unceremoniously put to you ?" "Perhaps not;--and therefore, as I know the warmth of my friend M'Intyre on such occasions, I feel very desirous of acting as peacemaker.

From Mr.Lovel's very gentleman-like manners, every one must strongly wish to see him repel all that sort of dubious calumny which will attach itself to one whose situation is not fully explained.