Having done, he rose at last from Sir Terence's desk, at which he had been sitting, and took up his riding-crop and cocked hat from the chair where he had placed them.
"And now," he said, "I think I will ride into Lisbon and endeavour to come to an understanding with Count Redondo and Don Miguel Forjas." Sir Terence advanced to open the door.

But Wellington checked him with a sudden sharp inquiry.
"You published my order against duelling, did you not ?" "Immediately upon receiving it, sir." "Ha! It doesn't seem to have taken long for the order to be infringed, then." His manner was severe, his eyes stern.

Sir Terence was conscious of a quickening of his pulses.

Nevertheless his answer was calmly regretful: "I am afraid not." The great man nodded.

"Disgraceful! I heard of it from Fletcher this morning.