On my return I shall call on your wife." "I pray you do so, sir," replied Disbrowe, disdainfully.
Both then quitted the coffee-house, Parravicin attended by Rochester and Pillichody, and Disbrowe accompanied by a military friend, whom he accidentally encountered.

Each party taking a coach, they soon reached the ground,--a retired spot, completely screened from observation by trees.

The preliminaries were soon arranged, for neither would admit of delay.

The conflict then commenced with great fury on both sides; but Parravicin, in spite of his passion, observed far more caution than his antagonist; and, taking advantage of an unguarded movement, occasioned by the other's impetuosity, passed his sword through his body.
Disbrowe fell.
"You are again successful," he groaned, "but save my wife--save her." "What mean you ?" cried Parravicin, leaning over him, as he wiped his sword.
But Disbrowe could make no answer.

His utterance was choked by a sudden effusion of blood on the lungs, and he instantly expired.