He persecute my 'onar, and he make me so many friends--" "Really, Mr.Gusher," interrupted Mrs.Chapman, encouragingly, "then it is all the result of jealousy?
I had a suspicion that there was something of the kind at the bottom of it." "You shall zee, madam, it was be-cause ze lady prefar me.

Zen I give ze grand rascal one pistol." Here Mr.Gusher flourished his right hand.
"You shall give me ze satisfaction as one gentleman he give to ze oser, I say.

I gives to ze grand rascal one small sword.

I say I shall have ze satisfaction one gentleman he will give to ze oser.

No, madam, ze grand rascal, he is one small coward.