Sir John Dering: A romantic comedy

by Jeffery Farnol

“A week ago or thereabouts, m’ dear Sir John.”

“And he desires a meeting?”

“Most ardently, Sir John; the point in question being, as ya’ remember, of a distinctly—personal nature.”

“Indeed,” nodded Sir John, “a brown Ramillie wig.”

“Parfaitement!” answered Monsieur le Duc, with a flourish.

“Precisely, Sir John!” answered Lord Cheevely. “’Twill be small-swords, I presume?”

“No, my lord,” sighed Sir John.

“Ah, you decide for pistols, then?”

“Nor pistols, my lord. I do not intend to fight with Viscount Templemore.”