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lleve, in some barbarous barrier duel whicb tbey forced 

 on him, before his breakfast. But he can shoot well 

 enough with pistols, in all conscience. I saw him beat 

 Horatio Ross, the other day, at twenty paces ; and, 

 after that, shoot a tie with D'Orsay." 



"What keeps D'Orsay in town?" asked Cheshire. 



"Fear of his tailor, I believe," said Matusche- 

 vitz. " But they say that Wiltshire and Pembroke 

 are going to pay his debts, so you may look for him 

 soon." 



" But tell us some more about the Yankee ? Is he 

 quarrelsome that you put Jardinier on his guard 

 against him?" 



"Not in the least, so far as I have ever seen ; but 

 then, you know, Jardinier sometimes is a little. Nor 

 did I put him on his guard against Colonel Fairfax, 

 only against roasting him. I like Fairfax very much, 

 as you will judge when I tell you he came with me 

 from London in my britcka, and we have taken house 

 and stables together for the season." 



" Indeed ! Then you know him very well ?" 



" As well as one knows a man he has known three 

 weeks." 



" Rich ?" asked stingy Jardinier. 



'^Par dieul I never asked him." 



"No ; but you might have guessed." 



"Heft that for him to do." 



"Good heaven 1 You don't mean to say that he 

 \guesses,' and di*awls, and talks through his nose, like 

 Matthews in Jonathan W. Doubikins. I shall die of 

 laughing if he does, though I were sure to be shot for 

 it the next minute," said Tom Duncombe. 



"No. I was only joking of course. He speaks as 

 well as you do." 



"Devilish inquisitive, of course," said Jardinier 

 nothing abashed as yet — for to say the 



