I hope your friend feels no continued inconvenience from his hurt ?" "His lordship is nearly quite recovered," said Jekyl.
"And I trust he did me the justice to own, that, so far as my will was concerned, I am totally guiltless of the purpose of hurting him ?" "He does you full justice in that and every thing else," replied Jekyl; "regrets the impetuosity of his own temper, and is determined to be on his guard against it in future." "That," said Tyrrel, "is so far well; and now, may I ask once more, what communication you have to make to me on the part of your friend ?--Were it from any one but him, whom I have found so uniformly false and treacherous, your own fairness and candour would induce me to hope that this unnatural quarrel might be in some sort ended by your mediation." "I then proceed, sir, under more favourable auspices than I expected," said Captain Jekyl, "to enter on my commission .-- You are about to commence a lawsuit, Mr.Tyrrel, if fame does not wrong you, for the purpose of depriving your brother of his estate and title." "The case is not fairly stated, Captain Jekyl," replied Tyrrel; "I commence a lawsuit, when I do commence it, for the sake of ascertaining my own just rights." "It comes to the same thing eventually," said the mediator; "I am not called upon to decide upon the justice of your claims, but they are, you will allow, newly started.

The late Countess of Etherington died in possession--open and undoubted possession--of her rank in society." "If she had no real claim to it, sir," replied Tyrrel, "she had more than justice who enjoyed it so long; and the injured lady whose claims were postponed, had just so much less .-- But this is no point for you and me to discuss between us--it must be tried elsewhere." "Proofs, sir, of the strongest kind, will be necessary to overthrow a right so well established in public opinion as that of the present possessor of the title of Etherington." Tyrrel took a paper from his pocketbook, and, handing it to Captain Jekyl, only answered, "I have no thoughts of asking you to give up the cause of your friend; but methinks the documents of which I give you a list, may shake your opinion of it." Captain Jekyl read, muttering to himself, "'_Certificate of marriage, by the Rev.Zadock Kemp, chaplain to the British Embassy at Paris, between Marie de Bellroche, Comptesse de Martigny, and the Right Honourable John Lord Oakendale--Letters between John Earl of Etherington and his lady, under the title of Madame de Martigny--Certificate of baptism--Declaration of the Earl of Etherington on his death-bed._'-- All this is very well--but may I ask you, Mr.Tyrrel, if it is really your purpose to go to extremity with your brother ?" "He has forgot that he is one--he has lifted his hand against my life." "You have shed his blood--twice shed it," said Jekyl; "the world will not ask which brother gave the offence, but which received, which inflicted, the severest wound." "Your friend has inflicted one on me, sir," said Tyrrel, "that will bleed while I have the power of memory." "I understand you, sir," said Captain Jekyl; "you mean the affair of Miss Mowbray ?" "Spare me on that subject, sir!" said Tyrrel.

"Hitherto I have disputed my most important rights--rights which involved my rank in society, my fortune, the honour of my mother--with something like composure; but do not say more on the topic you have touched upon, unless you would have before you a madman!--Is it possible for you, sir, to have heard even the outline of this story, and to imagine that I can ever reflect on the cold-blooded and most inhuman stratagem, which this friend of yours prepared for two unfortunates, without"-- He started up, and walked impetuously to and fro.

"Since the Fiend himself interrupted the happiness of perfect innocence, there was never such an act of treachery--never such schemes of happiness destroyed--never such inevitable misery prepared for two wretches who had the idiocy to repose perfect confidence in him!--Had there been passion in his conduct, it had been the act of a man--a wicked man, indeed, but still a human creature, acting under the influence of human feelings--but his was the deed of a calm, cold, calculating demon, actuated by the basest and most sordid motives of self-interest, joined, as I firmly believe, to an early and inveterate hatred of one whose claims he considered as at variance with his own." "I am sorry to see you in such a temper," said Captain Jekyl, calmly; "Lord Etherington, I trust, acted on very different motives than those you impute to him; and if you will but listen to me, perhaps something may be struck out which may accommodate these unhappy disputes." "Sir," said Tyrrel, sitting down again, "I will listen to you with calmness, as I would remain calm under the probe of a surgeon tenting a festered wound.

But when you touch me to the quick, when you prick the very nerve, you cannot expect me to endure without wincing." "I will endeavour, then, to be as brief in the operation as I can," replied Captain Jekyl, who possessed the advantage of the most admirable composure during the whole conference.