“What can you do?”

“I can defy my enemy.”

“Oh, yes!  I really forgot that; I must be present, recollect, at the encounter.”

“You may, sir!  I shall spit him upon my sword!”

And Jinks, with a terrible gesture, transfixed imaginary enemies against the atmosphere.

Ralph choked as he gazed at Mr. Jinks, and shaking with pent up laughter: 

“Can’t you find something, Jinks, for me to do?” he said, “this affair promises to be interesting.”

“You may carry the challenge I propose writing, if you will, sir.”

“If I will! as if I would not do ten times as much for my dear friend Jinks.”

“Thanks, sir.”

“Promise me one thing, however.”

“What is it, sir?”

“To be cool.”

“I am cool—­I’ll throttle her!”

“Throttle!”

“Yes, sir; annihilate her!”

“Her!”

“Yes, the treacherous Sallianna.  She has made me wretched forever—­lacerated my existence, and I am furious, sir; I do not deny it.”

“Furious?”

“Yes, sir; furious, and I have reason to be, sir.  I am ferocious, sir; I am overwhelmed with rage!”

And Jinks ground his teeth.

“What, at a woman?”

“At a perfidious woman.”

“Fie, Jinks! is it credible that a man of your sense should pay the sex so high a compliment?”

This view seemed to strike Mr. Jinks, and clearing his throat: 

“Hum—­ah—­well,” he said, “the fact is, sir, my feeling is rather one of contempt than anger.  But other things have occurred this morning to worry me.”

“What?”

Jinks circumstantially detailed his interview with O’Brallaghan, adding the somewhat imaginary incident of the loss of O’Brallaghan’s left ear by a sweep of his, Jinks’, sword.

“What! you cut off his ear!” cried Ralph.

“Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Jinks, “close to the caitiff’s head!”

“Jinks!  I admire you!”

“It was nothing—­nothing, sir!”

“Yes it was.  It equals the most splendid achievements of antiquity.”

And Ralph chuckled.

“He deserved it, sir,” said Mr. Jinks, with modest dignity.

“Yes—­you had your revenge.”

“I will have more.”

“Why, are you not satisfied?”

“No!”

“You will still pursue with your dreadful enmity the unfortunate O’Brallaghan?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Well, I’ll assist you.”

“It is my own quarrel.  The house of Jinks, sir, can right its own wrongs.”

“No doubt; but remember one circumstance.  I myself hate O’Brallaghan with undying enmity.”

“How is that, sir?”

“Can’t you guess?”

“No.”

“Why, he had the audacity to sell my plum-colored coat and and the rest of my suit to this Mr. Verty.”

“Oh—­yes.”

“Abominable conduct! only because I did not call at the very moment to try on the suit.  He would ‘make me another,’ forsooth, ’in the twinkle of an eye;’ and then he began to pour out his disagreeable blarney.  Odious fellow!”