I must speak right out, you know, or else not at all; and I'm come--stop now! let me explain--I'm come to offer you my services, for though Huntingdon is my friend, he's a devilish scamp, as we all know, and I'll be your friend for the nonce.

I know what it is you want, to make matters straight: it's just to exchange a shot with him, and then you'll feel yourself all right again; and if an accident happens--why, that'll be all right too, I daresay, to a desperate fellow like you.
Come now, give me your hand, and don't look so black upon it.

Name time and place, and I'll manage the rest.' 'That,' answered the more low, deliberate voice of Lord Lowborough, 'is just the remedy my own heart, or the devil within it, suggested--to meet him, and not to part without blood.

Whether I or he should fall, or both, it would be an inexpressible relief to me, if--' 'Just so! Well then,--' 'No!' exclaimed his lordship, with deep, determined emphasis.

'Though I hate him from my heart, and should rejoice at any calamity that could befall him, I'll leave him to God; and though I abhor my own life, I'll leave that, too, to Him that gave it.' 'But you see, in this case,' pleaded Hattersley-- 'I'll not hear you!' exclaimed his companion, hastily turning away.