"The case is not fairly stated, Captain Jekyl," replied Tyrrel; "I commence a lawsuit, when I do commence it, for the sake of ascertaining my own just rights." "It comes to the same thing eventually," said the mediator; "I am not called upon to decide upon the justice of your claims, but they are, you will allow, newly started. The late Countess of Etherington died in possession--open and undoubted possession--of her rank in society." "If she had no real claim to it, sir," replied Tyrrel, "she had more than justice who enjoyed it so long; and the injured lady whose claims were postponed, had just so much less.--But this is no point for you and me to discuss between us--it must be tried elsewhere." "Proofs, sir, of the strongest kind, will be necessary to overthrow a right so well established in public opinion as that of the present possessor of the title of Etherington." Tyrrel took a paper from his pocketbook, and, handing it to Captain Jekyl, only answered, "I have no thoughts of asking you to give up the cause of your friend; but methinks the documents of which I give you a list, may shake your opinion of it." Captain Jekyl read, muttering to himself, "'_Certificate of marriage, by the Rev. Zadock Kemp, chaplain to the British Embassy at Paris, between Marie de Bellroche, Comptesse de Martigny, and the Right Honourable John Lord Oakendale--Letters between John Earl of Etherington and his lady, under the title of Madame de Martigny--Certificate of baptism--Declaration of the Earl of Etherington on his death-bed._'--All this is very well--but may I ask you, Mr. Tyrrel, if it is really your purpose to go to extremity with your brother?" "He has forgot that he is one--he has lifted his hand against my life." "You have shed his blood--twice shed it," said Jekyl; "the world will not ask which brother gave the offence, but which received, which inflicted, the severest wound." "Your friend has inflicted one on me, sir," said Tyrrel, "that will bleed while I have the power of memory." "I understand you, sir," said Captain Jekyl; "you mean the affair of Miss Mowbray?"