Sir Bingo and Captain MacTurk were the first to bustle through it, and to address him with as much politeness as they could command.
"Servant, sir," mumbled Sir Bingo, extending the right hand of fellowship and reconciliation, ungloved.

"Servant--sorry that anything should have happened between us--very sorry, on my word." "No more need be said, sir," replied Tyrrel; "the whole is forgotten." "Very handsome, indeed--quite the civil thing--hope to meet you often, sir."-- And here the knight was silent.
Meanwhile, the more verbose Captain proceeded, "Och, py Cot, and it was an awfu' mistake, and I could draw the penknife across my finger for having written the word .-- By my sowl, and I scratched it till I scratched a hole in the paper .-- Och! that I should live to do an uncivil thing by a gentleman that had got himself hit in an honourable affair! But you should have written, my dear; for how the devil could we guess that you were so well provided in quarrels, that you had to settle two in one day!" "I was hurt in an unexpected--an accidental manner, Captain MacTurk.

I did not write, because there was something, in my circumstances at the moment which required secrecy; but I was resolved, the instant I recovered, to put myself to rights in your good opinion." "Och! and you have done that," said the Captain, nodding sagaciously; "for Captain Jekyl, who is a fine child, has put us all up to your honourable conduct.

They are pretty boys, these guardsmen, though they may play a little fine sometimes, and think more of themselves than peradventure they need for to do, in comparison with us of the line .-- But he let us know all about it--and, though he said not a word of a certain fine lord, with his footpad, and his hurt, and what not, yet we all knew how to lay that and that together .-- And if the law would not right you, and there were bad words between you, why should not two gentlemen right themselves?
And as to your being kinsmen, why should not kinsmen behave to each other like men of honour?
Only, some say you are father's sons, and that _is_ something too near .-- I had once thoughts of calling out my uncle Dougal myself, for there is no saying where the line should be drawn; but I thought, on the whole, there should be no fighting, as there is no marriage, within the forbidden degrees.

As for first cousins--Wheugh!--that's all fair--fire away, Flanigan!--But here is my lord, just upon us, like a stag of the first head, and the whole herd behind him." Tyrrel stepped forward a little before his officious companions, his complexion rapidly changing into various shades, like that of one who forces himself to approach and touch some animal or reptile for which he entertains that deep disgust and abhorrence which was anciently ascribed to constitutional antipathy.