“You are a coward, and worse, if you refuse my challenge.”

“I do not refuse it; I accept it,” said Varney, calmly, and in a dignified manner; and then, with a sneer, he added,—­“You are well acquainted with the mode in which gentlemen generally manage these matters, Mr. Bannerworth, and perhaps I am somewhat confined in my knowledge in the ways of the world, because you are your own principal and second.  In all my experience, I never met with a similar case.”

“The circumstances under which it is given are as unexampled, and will excuse the mode of the challenge,” said Henry, with much warmth.

“Singular coincidence—­the challenge and mode of it is most singular!  They are well matched in that respect.  Singular, did I say?  The more I think of it, Mr. Bannerworth, the more I am inclined to think this positively odd.”

“Early to-morrow, Sir Francis, you shall hear from me.”

“In that case, you will not arrange preliminaries now?  Well, well; it is very unusual for the principals themselves to do so; and yet, excuse my freedom, I presumed, as you had so far deserted the beaten track, that I had no idea how far you might be disposed to lead the same route.”

“I have said all I intended to say, Sir Francis Varney; we shall see each other again.”

“I may not detain you, I presume, to taste aught in the way of refreshment?”

Henry made no reply, but turned towards the door, without even making an attempt to return the grave and formal bow that Sir Francis Varney made as be saw him about to quit the apartment; for Henry saw that his pale features were lighted up with a sarcastic smile, most disagreeable to look upon as well as irritating to Henry Bannerworth.

He now quitted Sir Francis Varney’s abode, being let out by a servant who had been rung for for that purpose by his master.

Henry walked homeward, satisfied that he had now done all that he could under the circumstances.

“I will send Chillingworth to him in the morning, and then I shall see what all this will end in.  He must meet me, and then Charles Holland, if not discovered, shall be, at least, revenged.”

There was another person in Bannerworth Hall who had formed a similar resolution.  That person was a very different sort of person to Henry Bannerworth, though quite as estimable in his way.

This was no other than the old admiral.  It was singular that two such very different persons should deem the same steps necessary, and both keep the secret from each other; but so it was, and, after some internal swearing, he determined upon challenging Varney in person.

“I’d send Jack Pringle, but the swab would settle the matter as shortly as if a youngster was making an entry in a log, and heard the boatswain’s whistle summoning the hands to a mess, and feared he would lose his grog.

“D—­n my quarters! but Sir Francis Varney, as he styles himself, sha’n’t make any way against old Admiral Bell.  He’s as tough as a hawser, and just the sort of blade for a vampyre to come athwart.  I’ll pitch him end-long, and make a plank of him afore long.  Cus my windpipe! what a long, lanky swab he is, with teeth fit to unpick a splice; but let me alone, I’ll see if I can’t make a hull of his carcass, vampyre or no vampyre.