“'Sblood! what a devil's nest of fireworks!” he exclaimed, as he went off down the room, still humming, to where the rest were gathered. And they were soon between bottle and stopper, and quips a-coursing. There was the captain of the Thunderer, Collinson by name, Lord Comyn and two brother officers, Will Fotheringay, my cousin Philip, openly pleased to be found in such a company, and some dozen other toadeaters who had followed my Lord a-chair and a-foot from the ball, and would have tracked him to perdition had he chosen to go; and lastly Tom Swain, leering and hiccoughing at the jokes, in such a beastly state of drunkenness as I had rarely seen him. His Lordship recognized me and smiled, and was pushing his chair back, when something Collinson said seemed to restrain him. I believe I was the butt of more than one jest for my aloofness, though I could not hear distinctly for the noise they made. I commanded some French cognac, and kept my eye on the rector, and the sight of him was making me dangerous. I forgot the advice I had received, and remembered only the months he had goaded me. And I was even beginning to speculate how I could best pick a quarrel with him on any issue but politics, when an unexpected incident diverted me. Of a sudden the tall, ungainly form of Percy Singleton filled the doorway, wrapped in a greatcoat. He swept the room at a glance, and then strode rapidly toward the corner where I sat. “I had thought to find you here,” he said, and dropped into a chair beside me. I offered him wine, but he refused. “Now,” he went on, “what has Patty done?” “What have I done that I should be publicly insulted?” I cried. “Insulted!” says he, “and did she insult you? She said nothing of that.” “What brings you here, then?” I demanded. “Not to talk, Richard,” he said quietly, “'tis no time tonight. I came to fetch you home. Patty sent me.” Patty sent him! Why had Patty sent him? But this I did not ask, for I felt the devil within me. “We must first finish this bottle,” said I, offhand, “and then I have a little something to be done which I have set my heart upon. After that I will go with you.” “Richard, Richard, will you never learn prudence? What is it you speak of?” I drew my sword and laid it upon the table. “I mean to spit that eel of a rector,” said I, “or he will bear a slap in the face. And you must see fair play.” Singleton seized my coat, at the same time grasping the hilt of my sword with the other hand. But neither my words nor my action had gone unnoticed by the other end of the room. The company there fell silent awhile, and then we heard Captain Collinson talking in even, drawling tones. “'Tis strange,” said he, “what hot sparks a man meets in these colonies. They should be stamped out. His Majesty pampers these d--d Americans, is too lenient by far. Gentlemen, this is how I would indulge them!” He raised a closed fist and brought it down on the board.