'_Must_ be done,' said Willoughby.

'Out of the question,' said the man, and wouldn't budge.

Willoughby persisted; there were high words and a quarrel.

The docther put 'em up at fifteen paces, and the man shot Willoughby through the calf of the leg.

He was a martyr to punctuality.
Four o'clock-bye, bye!" The major nodded pleasantly and swaggered away, flourishing his little cane jauntily in the air.
In spite of his admiration of punctuality, as exemplified in the person of Willoughby of the Buffs, the major took good care to arrive at the trysting-place somewhat behind the appointed time.