“I’m beholden to you, my lord,” replied the earl, and laughed as he walked away.
“Ah, Betty,” he said to himself, as he passed on toward the Lion’s Head, “is a coquette worth dying for?” and then, after a moment, he hummed two lines of the old song:—
“A second life, a soul anew,
My dark Rosaleen!”
CHAPTER XVIII
THE DUEL
“DENIS,” said Lord Clancarty laughing, “in five minutes they will be here and in ten I may be dead.”
“Divil a bit, my lord,” said Denis hopefully, “unless you are kilt intirely.”