“Why, I always have been more inclined to be a peacemaker than otherwise, if I can,” replied Captain Carrington. “If our gallant friend the colonel is not sure that Mr Sullivan did use the words, ‘I won’t trouble you to call again,’—are you positive as to the exact words, colonel?”
“Why, to the best of my recollection,” replied the colonel, “I rather think those were the words.—I may be mistaken:— it was certainly—most certainly—something to that effect.”
“Were they, ‘requesting you to call again?’” said Captain Carrington.
“No, no,—that they certainly were not.”
“Well, they could be but one or the other.—Then, gentlemen, the case is clear—the words were uttered,” said Mr S—, “Now, Captain Carrington, what would you advise?”
“I really am vexed to say, that I do not see how our friend, Colonel Ellice, can do otherwise than demand an apology, or a meeting.”
“Could not I treat him with contempt, Captain Carrington?” demanded the colonel.
“Why, not exactly,” replied Mr S—. “Sullivan is of good family; the Sullivans of Bally cum Poop. He was some time in the 48th regiment, and was obliged to retire from it for challenging his colonel.”
“Well, gentlemen,” replied the colonel, “I suppose I must leave my honour in your hands, although it does appear to me that our time is very short for such arrangements. We sail early to-morrow morning; Captain Carrington; at daylight, I think you said, and it will be too late to-night.”
“My dear colonel, I will risk a rebuke from the Admiralty,” replied the captain, “rather than not allow you to heal your wounded honour. I will stay till the day after to-morrow, should it be requisite for the arrangement of this business.”