"Well, I do," said Thorn, "and that's enough. Take your place, Sir! You escaped me once, but " and he gave his words dreadful emphasis "you wont do it the second time!"
"You do not mean," said the other, "that your recollection of such an offence has lived out so many years?"
"No, Sir! No Sir!" said Thorn "it is not that. I despise it, as I do the offender. You have touched me more nearly."
"Let me know ill what," said Mr. Carleton, turning his pistol's mouth down upon the table, and leaning on it.
"You know already what do you ask me for?" said Thorn, who was foaming; "if you say you don't, you lie heartily. I'll tell you nothing but out of this."
"I have not knowingly injured you, Sir in a whit."
"Then a Carleton may be a liar," said Thorn, "and you are one I dare say not the first. Put yourself there, Sir, will you?"
"Well," said Guy, carelessly, "if it is decreed that I am to fight, of course there's no help for it; but as I have business on hand that might not be so well done afterwards, I must beg your attention to that in the first place."
"No, Sir," said Thorn, "I'll attend to nothing I'll hear nothing from you. I know you! I'll not hear a word. I'll see to the business! Take your stand."
"I will not have anything to do with pistols," said Mr. Carleton, coolly, laying his out of his hand; "they make too much noise."