Jack Pringle made a sea bow and took his leave, as he followed Mr. Chillingworth, and they both left the house together, to return to Bannerworth Hall. “Well,” said Mr. Chillingworth, “I am glad that Sir Francis Varney has got over the difficulty of having no seconds; for it would not be proper or safe to meet a man without a friend for him.” “It ain’t the right thing,” said Jack hitching up his trousers; “but I was afeard as how he would back out, and that would be just the wrong thing for the admiral; he’d go raving mad.” They had got but very few paces from Sir Francis Varney’s house, when they were joined by Marchdale. “Ah,” he said, as he came up, “I see you have been to Sir Francis Varney’s, if I may judge from the direction whence you’re coming, and your proximity.” “Yes, we have,” said Mr. Chillingworth. “I thought you had left these parts?” “I had intended to do so,” replied Marchdale; “but second thoughts are sometimes best, you know.” “Certainly.” “I have so much friendship for the family at the hall, that notwithstanding I am compelled to be absent from the mansion itself, yet I cannot quit the neighbourhood while there are circumstances of such a character hanging about them. I will remain, and see if there be not something arising, in which I may be useful to them in some matter.” “It is very disinterested of you; you will remain here for some time, I suppose?” “Yes, undoubtedly; unless, as I do not anticipate, I should see any occasion to quit my present quarters.” “I tell you what it is,” said Jack Pringle; “if you had been here half-an-hour earlier you could have seconded the wamphigher.” “Seconded!” “Yes, we’re here to challenge.” “A double challenge?” “Yes; but in confiding this matter to you, Mr. Marchdale, you will make no use of it to the exploding of this affair. By so doing you will seriously damage the honour of Mr. Henry Bannerworth.” “I will not, you may rely upon it; but Mr. Chillingworth, do I not see you in the character of a second?” “You do, sir.” “To Mr. Henry?” “The same, sir.” “Have you reflected upon the probable consequences of such an act, should any serious mischief occur?” “What I have undertaken, Mr. Marchdale, I will go through with; the consequences I have duly considered, and yet you see me in the character of Mr. Henry Bannerworth’s friend.” “I am happy to see you as such, and I do not think Henry could find a worthier. But this is beside the question. What induced me to make the remark was this,—had I been at the hall, you will admit that Henry Bannerworth would have chosen myself, without any disparagement to you, Mr. Chillingworth.” “Well sir, what then?”