"Give it to him, pitch into him, confound him, thrash him, Captain," cried the Marquis, whose Irish blood was at boiling point. "Yes, pitch him out of the window,--kick him out of doors--d--n him," cried Frank, catching the fire. "He had insult enough to enrage a Moses." "True--by heaven, sir! a glass of wine thrown at his face, good wine too, a most ungentlemanly trick, and unbecoming an officer of his Majesty's service," said Sir Harry. "They should fight it out," remarked Forster. "Yes, give it him, Captain, do," said Johnny. The clamour now grew uproarious, when the Earl's voice was heard, loud and commanding,--"Silence, gentlemen, I insist! I _will_ be heard at my own table. Silence, cease this brawling." When order was restored, the Earl continued: "I am deeply grieved such an unjustifiable proceeding should have occurred at my table--that a scene which would have disgraced a pot-house should have been enacted here. I am surprised at Sir Richard's resenting an angry insult in the way he did, and at my brother giving him the lie, and then so far forgetting what was due to himself, and to me, as to fling glass at any guest of mine. I fear but one result--an hostile meeting--will wipe out the dishonour. The thing is done now, and cannot be undone, but at least let seconds be chosen, and all done in a decent and gentlemanly way. In conclusion, I am much hurt at my brother-in-law the noble Marquis hounding on the antagonists in the way he did, and at Frank's supporting him. I would have expected a boy, like Johnny Ravensworth might have forgot himself. I do trust this is the first and last time such a disgraceful brawl will occur here, at least while I am master of the Towers!" The Earl then sat down, and was complimented by several of the gentlemen for thus expressing his opinions. Mr. Power urged the plea of apology, but little heed was taken of him. "Will you be my second, Arranmore?" said the Captain. "Faith, not I," replied the Marquis, "I have made fool enough of myself already. I will not meddle in this unlucky matter any more." "You have no such scruples, old boy," said the Captain. "Not I," said Scroop, "I am your man." "And will you be my second, Wilson?" said Sir Richard, his voice tremulous with passion still. "With pleasure, we are quite _au fait_ at these things on board ship." "Come, Scroop, let's get to business; after all, Musgrave, he had no business to give you the lie, and you retaliated the broadside well." "And he found his match by G--," said Scroop, as he and Wilson walked aside, and in the most cold-blooded manner arranged everything with the utmost despatch--Time, place, weapons, and distance. "Time, at once; place, the Holly Walk; weapons, pistols; distance, twelve yards." When these regulations were announced the Captain ordered Andrew, who then entered the room having got an inkling all wasn't right, to go to his room, and bring a mahogany case down.