However, the oration soon proceeded to our captain's entire satisfaction, after his progenitor had paused awhile for breath's sake in his eloquence.
"-- Take up their quarrel, or we are not men.

Nevertheless, boy, I cannot see the need of pistols.

The only conceivable case for violent redress, is woman's wrong: and he who wrongs a woman, cannot be a gentleman; therefore, ought not to be met on equal terms.

For other causes of duello, as hot-headed speeches, rudenesses, or slights, forgive, forbear to fan the flame, and never be above apologizing: but in an outrage such as this, let a fine-built fellow, such as you are, George (and the women should show wisdom in their choice of champions), let a man, and a queen's officer as you are, treat this brute, Julian Tracy, as a martinet huntsman would a hound thrown out.

As for me, boy, I'm going to call on Mrs.Tracy at eleven o'clock to-morrow morning--and, without presuming to advise a six foot two of a son, I think--I think, if I were you, I would be dutiful enough to say--'Father, I will accompany you--and take a horsewhip with me.'" "Agreed, agreed, sir!" replied the well-pleased son, and her ladyship too vouchsafed her approbation.
Emily had gone to bed long ago, or rather to her chamber; where the three Misses Tamworth had been all kindness, curiosity, and consolation.
So, Sir Abraham and his lady, now the speech was finished, followed their example of retirement: and the captain newly blood-knotted his hunting-whip, _con amore_, not to say _con spirito_, overnight.
Nobody will wonder to hear, that when the gallant representatives of army and navy called next morning at number seven, Mrs.Tracy and her son were "not at home:" and of course it would be far too Julian-like a proceeding, for true gentleman to think of forcing their company on the probably ensconced in-dwellers.