"There goes Beau Seymour," said Kirke.

Seymour flew into a rage.

Angry words were exchanged between the foolish boys.
They immediately went beyond the precincts of the Court, drew, and exchanged some pushes.

Seymour was wounded in the neck.

The wound was not very serious; but, when his cure was only half completed, he revelled in fruit, ice and Burgundy till he threw himself into a violent fever.