As you know, but three years ago, my brother, the living representative of our family, had the misfortune to slay his kinsman in a duel which sprang out of some little jest.

I say to you, Sir Arthur, that this quarrel must be stopped, and we must do thus much for our friends forthwith.

It must not go on." "For our friends! Our friends!" cried Sir Arthur.

"Ah, ha! so you mean that the old beau hath hit thee, too, with his ardent eye.

Or--hang! What--you mean not that this stranger, this Scotchman, is a friend of yours ?" "I speak but confusedly," said the Lady Catharine.