'God bless my soul! I have not!' he cried; while Lord Almeric giggled hysterically.

'Dear me! dear me! it is very trying to be alone!' He threw his hat and wig on the grass, and again wiped his brow, and took up the pistols.

'Sir George?
Thank you.
Mr.Dunborough, here is yours.' Then: 'Now, are you ready?
Thank you.' He retreated to his place again.

'Are you ready, gentlemen?
Are you quite ready ?' he repeated anxiously, amid a breathless silence.

'One! two! _three_!' Sir George's pistol exploded at the word; the hammer of the other clicked futile in the pan.