This famous fight, as every Slaughter House man knows, lasted for two hours and twenty-nine minutes, by Hawkins's immense watch. All this time the air resounded with cries of “Go it, Berry!” “Go it, Biggs!” “Pitch into him!” “Give it him!” and so on. Shall I describe the hundred and two rounds of the combat?--No!--It would occupy too much space, and the taste for such descriptions has passed away. [3] 1st round. Both the combatants fresh, and in prime order. The weight and inches somewhat on the gown-boy's side. Berry goes gallantly in, and delivers a clinker on the gown-boy's jaw. Biggs makes play with his left. Berry down. ***** 4th round. Claret drawn in profusion from the gown-boy's grogshop. (He went down, and had his front tooth knocked out, but the blow cut Berry's knuckles a great deal.) ***** 15th round. Chancery. Fibbing. Biggs makes dreadful work with his left. Break away. Rally. Biggs down. Betting still six to four on the gown-boy. ***** 20th round. The men both dreadfully punished. Berry somewhat shy of his adversary's left hand. ***** 29th to 42nd round. The Chipsite all this while breaks away from the gown-boy's left, and goes down on a knee. Six to four on the gown-boy, until the fortieth round, when the bets became equal. ***** 102nd and last round. For half-an-hour the men had stood up to each other, but were almost too weary to strike. The gown-boy's face hardly to be recognised, swollen and streaming with blood. The Chipsite in a similar condition, and still more punished about his side from his enemy's left hand. Berry gives a blow at his adversary's face, and falls over him as he falls. The gown-boy can't come up to time. And thus ended the great fight of Berry and Biggs. And what, pray, has this horrid description of a battle and parcel of schoolboys to do with Men's Wives? What has it to do with Men's Wives?--A great deal more, madam, than you think for. Only read Chapter II., and you shall hear. CHAPTER II. THE COMBAT AT VERSAILLES.