The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
However, as it happened, the people of the house, hearing us pretty
loud, came near the door, and made a noise in the entry to let me know
they were at hand; and one of the servants, going to open the door, and
finding it locked, called out to me, “Sir, for God’s sake open the
door! What is the matter? Shall we fetch a constable?” I made no
answer, but it gave me courage; so I sat down composed in one of the
chairs, and said to him, “Sir, this is not the way to make me pay the
bill; you had much better be easy, and take your satisfaction another
way.”
He understood me of fighting, which, upon my word, was not in my
thoughts; but I meant that he had better take his course at law.
“With all my heart,” says he; “they say you are a gentleman, and they
call you colonel. Now, if you are a gentleman, I accept your challenge,
sir; and if you will walk out with me, I will take it for full payment
of the bill, and will decide it as gentlemen ought to do.”
“I challenge you, sir!” said I. “Not I; I made no challenge,” I said.
“This is not the way to make me pay a bill that I have not accepted;
that is, that you had better seek your satisfaction at law.”
“Law!” says he; “law! Gentlemen’s law is my law. In short, sir, you
shall pay me or fight me.” And then, as if he had mistaken, he turns
short upon me, “Nay,” says he, “you shall both fight me and pay me, for
I will maintain her honour;” and in saying this he bestowed about six
or seven “damme’s” and oaths, by way of parenthesis.
This interval delivered me effectually, for just at the words “fight
me, for I will maintain her honour,” the maid had brought in a
constable, with three or four neighbours to assist him.
He heard them come in, and began to be a little in a rage, and asked me
if I intended to mob him instead of paying; and laying his hand on his
sword, told me, if any man offered to break in upon him, he would run
me through the first moment, that he might have the fewer to deal with
afterwards.
I told him he knew I had called for no help (believing he could not be
in earnest in what he had said), and that, if anybody attempted to come
in upon us, it was to prevent the mischief he threatened, and which he
might see I had no weapons to resist.
Upon this the constable called, and charged us both in the king’s name
to open the door. I was sitting in a chair, and offered to rise. He
made a motion as if he would draw, upon which I sat down again, and the
door not being opened, the constable set his foot against it and came
in.
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