'A dozen men about us saw the blow.'
'Tomorrow will be ample time,' said the friend.
'It will not be ample time!' cried Sir Mulberry. 'Tonight, at once,
here!' His passion was so great, that he could not articulate, but stood
clenching his fist, tearing his hair, and stamping upon the ground.
'What is this, my lord?' said one of those who surrounded him. 'Have
blows passed?'
'ONE blow has,' was the panting reply. 'I struck him. I proclaim it
to all here! I struck him, and he knows why. I say, with him, let this
quarrel be adjusted now. Captain Adams,' said the young lord, looking
hurriedly about him, and addressing one of those who had interposed,
'let me speak with you, I beg.'
The person addressed stepped forward, and taking the young man's arm,
they retired together, followed shortly afterwards by Sir Mulberry and
his friend.
It was a profligate haunt of the worst repute, and not a place in which
such an affair was likely to awaken any sympathy for either party, or
to call forth any further remonstrance or interposition. Elsewhere, its
further progress would have been instantly prevented, and time allowed
for sober and cool reflection; but not there.
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