"My good lord," said I, not heeding his insinuation--"I leave you with the greatest regret." "And I part from you with the same; it is a real pleasure to see such a person at dinner." "Adieu! my host--'Je vais vivre et manger en sage.'" CHAPTER LIX. I do defy him, and I spit at him, Call him a slanderous coward and a villain-- Which to maintain I will allow him odds. --Shakspeare. I found Glanville walking before the door with a rapid and uneven step. "Thank Heaven!" he said, when he saw me--"I have been twice to Mivart's to find you. The second time, I saw your servant, who told me where you were gone. I knew you well enough to be sure of your kindness." Glanville broke off aburptly: and after a short pause, said, with a quick, low, hurried tone--"The office I wish you to take upon yourself is this:--go immediately to Sir John Tyrrell, with a challenge from me. Ever since I last saw you, I have been hunting out that man, and in vain. He had then left town. He returned this evening, and quits it to-morrow: you have no time to lose." "My dear Glanville," said I, "I have no wish to learn any secret you would conceal from me; but forgive me if I ask for some further instructions than those you have afforded me. Upon what plea am I to call out Sir John Tyrrell? and what answer am I to give to any excuses he may create?" "I have anticipated your reply," said Glanville, with ill-subdued impatience; "you have only to give this paper: it will prevent all discussion. Read it if you will; I have left it unsealed for that purpose." I cast my eyes over the lines Glanville thrust into my hand; they ran thus:-- "The time has at length come for me to demand the atonement so long delayed. The bearer of this, who is, probably, known to you, will arrange with any person you may appoint, the hour and place of our meeting. He is unacquainted with the grounds of my complaint against you, but he is satisfied of my honour: your second will, I presume, be the same with respect to yours. It is for me only to question the latter, and to declare you solemnly to be void alike of principle and courage, a villain, and a poltroon. "Reginald Glanville." "You are my earliest friend," said I, when I had read this soothing epistle; "and I will not flinch from the place you assign me: but I tell you fairly and frankly, that I would sooner cut off my right hand than suffer it to give this note to Sir John Tyrrell." Glanville made no answer; we walked on till he stopped suddenly, and said, "My carriage is at the corner of the street; you must go instantly; Tyrrell lodges at the Clarendon; you will find me at home on your return."