Mr. George Osbaldeston 



the Jockey Club rooms, attired in the green cutaway coat 

 and brass buttons, doeskin breeches and top boots he 

 invariably affected at Newmarket, when the Squire approached. 



"My Lord," said he, "you have had plenty of time to 

 digest your loss. May I ask you for the two hundred 

 pounds which I won from you at Heaton Park ? " Drawing 

 himself up to his full height and towering over his puny 

 interpellator, Lord George replied that he was surprised at 

 being asked, for not only was the whole affair a robbery, 

 but considered as such by the Jockey Club. Nothing 

 daunted, Mr. Osbaldeston replied firmly — 



" I won the money fairly, and must insist on payment." 



" Can you count ? " inquired Lord George, with a sneer, 

 diving into the inside pocket of his coat and pulling out a 

 long black note-case stuffed with bank notes, as he spoke. 



" I could at Eton," was the reply. Thereupon the other 

 slowly doled out the two hundred in small notes into the 

 Squire's hand. " The matter will not end here," said Osbaldes- 

 ton, as he walked off. And he was as good as his word, for in 

 a few minutes a hostile message was brought to Lord George 

 by a Mr. Humphries, only to be declined by the former 

 in his loftiest manner. Whereupon Osbaldeston bade his 

 friend tell Lord George, " I will pull his nose the first 

 time we meet" 



However, acting on the advice of General Anson, who 

 acted as his second. Lord George eventually consented to 

 go out, and accordingly at six o'clock one lovely spring 

 morning the belligerents, pistol in hand, faced each other, 

 twelve paces apart, at Wormwood Scrubbs. 



Lord George, who was dressed all in black, without a speck 

 of white showing, had never had a pistol in his hand before in 

 his life ; his opponent, on the contrary, had often killed birds on 



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