Shortly after Lord Byron left the room also, and met Mr. Chaworth, when he stated that he wished to speak with him. He then called a waiter, and asked if there were any room disengaged. The waiter then showed them to an unoccupied room, and went in with a candle, which was all the light, except a dull fire, that was in the apartment. Lord Byron asked Mr. Chaworth whether it was to him or to Sir Charles Sedley, that he was to have recourse on the disputed subject. Mr. Chaworth then replied that it was to him, and that if he had any thing further to say in the matter it might be advisable to shut the door, which he immediately did; when turning round, he perceived Lord Byron with his sword half drawn, who instantly exclaimed, “Draw!” Mr. Chaworth immediately complied, and at the first thrust his sword passed through Lord Byron’s waistcoat, and he thought he had wounded him, when Lord Byron shortened his sword, and gave him the fatal wound, observing at the same time that he had as much courage as any man in England. A struggle then took place between the parties, for when the waiter and the landlord entered the room they were grasped in each others arms, Mr. Chaworth holding his sword in his left hand, and Lord Byron having his in his right hand. Chaworth gave up his sword readily, but Lord Byron only surrendered his with reluctance. Hawkrup, the surgeon, was immediately sent for, and pronounced the wound to be mortal. The sword had entered about an inch on the left side of the naval, and passing obliquely upwards, had made its exit about five or six inches higher on the left side of the back, and in its passage had made a large opening in the bottom of the stomach, wounded one of the small intestines, and had passed through the diaphragm. It appears that when the sword of Mr. Chaworth passed through the waistcoat of his antagonist, he expressed his apprehension that he had seriously wounded him. Now, under such an apprehension, it is probable that he was thrown off his guard, when Lord Byron immediately shortened his sword and ran him through the body, the unfortunate gentleman endeavouring to parry the thrust with his left hand, and seizing the gripe of his sword and struggling for it, still saying that he hoped his Lordship was not seriously hurt; it was then that Lord Byron exclaimed, “That he hoped he would acknowledge that he was as brave a man as any other in the kingdom.”