I speak for myself, that I find myself bound to call upon you to proceed without more delay." "And I," said Lovel, "as I never desired any, have also to request these gentlemen to arrange preliminaries as fast as possible." "Bairns! bairns!" cried old Ochiltree; but perceiving he was no longer attended to--"Madmen, I should say--but your blood be on your heads!" And the old man drew off from the ground, which was now measured out by the seconds, and continued muttering and talking to himself in sullen indignation, mixed with anxiety, and with a strong feeling of painful curiosity.

Without paying farther attention to his presence or remonstrances, Mr.Lesley and the Lieutenant made the necessary arrangements for the duel, and it was agreed that both parties should fire when Mr.Lesley dropped his handkerchief.
The fatal sign was given, and both fired almost in the same moment.
Captain M'Intyre's ball grazed the side of his opponent, but did not draw blood.

That of Lovel was more true to the aim; M'Intyre reeled and fell.

Raising himself on his arm, his first exclamation was, "It is nothing--it is nothing--give us the other pistols." But in an instant he said, in a lower tone, "I believe I have enough--and what's worse, I fear I deserve it.

Mr.Lovel, or whatever your name is, fly and save yourself--Bear all witness, I provoked this matter." Then raising himself again on his arm, he added, "Shake hands, Lovel--I believe you to be a gentleman--forgive my rudeness, and I forgive you my death--My poor sister!" The surgeon came up to perform his part of the tragedy, and Lovel stood gazing on the evil of which he had been the active, though unwilling cause, with a dizzy and bewildered eye.