His behaviour did not allay the suspicions of Mr Sullivan, who requested, in a haughty tone, to be informed of the reason why he had been honoured with a visit.

The colonel became more confused, and totally losing his presence of mind, replied:-- "I called, sir,--on Mrs Sullivan,--to offer an apology for my conduct last night; but as I perceive that she is not visible, I will take a more favourable opportunity." "Any apology you may have to offer to my wife, sir," replied Mr Sullivan, "may be confided to me.

May I inquire the circumstances which have occurred to render an apology necessary ?" and Mr Sullivan walked to the door and closed it.
"Why, really, Mr Sullivan, you must be aware that circumstances may occur," replied the colonel, more confused: "the fact is, that I consider it my duty, as a gentleman and a man of honour, to express my regrets to your fair lady." "My fair lady! for what, sir, may I ask ?" "Why, sir," stammered the colonel, "to state the truth, for, as a gentleman and a man of honour, I ought not to be ashamed to acknowledge my error--for--the very improper behaviour which I was guilty of last night." "Improper behaviour, sir!--d--nation! with my wife ?" roared Mr Sullivan, in his rage.

"What behaviour, sir?
and when, sir ?" "Really, sir, I was too much affected with the wine to know anything which passed.

I did hope to have addressed the lady in person on the subject, and I came here with that intention." "I daresay you did, sir." "But," continued the colonel, "as it appears I am not to have that honour, I consider that I have done my duty in requesting that you will convey my sentiments of regret for what has passed;--and now, sir, I wish you a good morning." "Good morning," retorted the husband, with a sneer, "and observe, sir, I will not trouble you to call again.