However, it was, they could concede, the business of the two principals, each of whom could afford to ignore any seeming reflection upon his unreadiness to pick up the glove--if a glove had been thrown.

As the assemblage broke up and flowed homeward, the most pertinent comment, perhaps, was that of the down-river planter: "If 'twas just a breeze, and all over, why didn't they shake hands?
Gad! when I was young and we fell out and made up over the wine, we went roaring home arm over shoulder! Your manners are too cold.

A bow is nothing--one can bow to a villain! Men of honour, when the quarrel's over, should shake hands!" "Precisely," said his companion, who chanced to be Mr.Wickham.

"They are men of honour; they didn't shake hands.

_Ergo_ the quarrel's not over!--Here we are at the Eagle.".