"My little affair?"

"Certainly, with Wilson, as I said. I saw our friend Castleton but now,
and he advised me of your promptness. He had searched for you for days,
he being chosen by Wilson for his friend--and said he had at last found
you in your lodgings. Egad! I have mistook your kidney completely. Never
in London was a duel brought on so swift. 'Fight? This afternoon!' said
you. Jove! but the young bloods laughed when they heard of it. 'Bloody
Scotland' is what they have christened you at the Green Lion. 'He said
to me,' said Charlie, 'that he was slow to find a quarrel, but since
this quarrel was brought home to him, 'twere meet 'twere soon finished.
He thought, forsooth, that four o'clock of the afternoon were late
enough.' Gad! But you might have given Wilson time at least for one more
dinner."

"What do you mean?" exclaimed Law, mystified still.

"Mean! Why, I mean that I've been scouring London to find you. My faith,
man, but thou'rt a sudden actor! Where caught you this unseemly haste?"

"Sir Arthur," said the other, slowly, "you do me too much justice. I
have made no arrangement to meet Mr. Wilson, nor have I any wish to do
so."

"Pish, man! You must not jest with me in such a case as this. 'Tis no
masquerading. Let me tell you, Wilson has a vicious sword, and a temper
no less vicious. You have touched him on his very sorest spot. He has
gone to meet you this vary hour. His coach will be at Bloomsbury Square
this afternoon, and there he will await you. I promise you he is eager