“Don't mind US, Colonel,” said Judge Beeswinger, “it's all in the family here, you know! And now I look at the girl—hang it all! she DOES favor you, old man. Ha! ha!”
“And as for the ladies,” said Wynyard with a weak, vinous laugh, “unless any of 'em is inclined to take the matter as PERSONAL—eh?”
“Stop!” roared the colonel.
There was no mistaking his voice nor his intent now. The two men, insulted and instantly sobered, were silent. Mr. Hamlin rose, playfully but determinedly tapped his fair companions on the shoulders, saying, “Run away and play, girls,” actually bundled them, giggling and protesting, from the room, closed the door, and stood with his back against it. Then it was seen that the colonel, still very white, was holding the child by the hand, as she shrank back wonderingly and a little frightened against him.
“I thank YOU, Mr. Hamlin,” said the colonel in a lower voice—yet with a slight touch of his habitual stateliness in it, “for being here to bear witness, in the presence of this child, to my unqualified statement that a more foul, vile, and iniquitous falsehood never was uttered than that which has been poured into her innocent ears!” He paused, walked to the door, still holding her hand, and, as Mr. Hamlin stepped aside, opened it, told her to await him in the public parlor, closed the door again, and once more faced the two men. “And,” he continued more deliberately, “for the infamous jests that you, Judge Beeswinger, and you, Mr. Wynyard, have dared to pass in her presence and mine, I shall expect from each of you the fullest satisfaction—personal satisfaction. My seconds will wait on you in the morning!”
The two men stood up sobered—yet belligerent.
“As you like, sir,” said Beeswinger, flashing.
“The sooner the better for me,” added Wynyard curtly.
They passed the unruffled Jack Hamlin with a smile and a vaguely significant air, as if calling him as a witness to the colonel's madness, and strode out of the room.
As the door closed behind them, Mr. Hamlin lightly settled his white waistcoat, and, with his hands on his hips, lounged towards the colonel. “And THEN?” he said quietly.