Kirby had the wildest way of talking when he was not issuing orders under fire, best understood by sailors.  I give it you as it stands here printed.  I do not profess to understand.

So Lord Cressett said:  ’Diplomacy and infernal factories be hanged!  Have your shot at me; it’s only fair.’  And Kirby discharged his pistol at the top twigs of an old oak tree, and called the young lord a Briton, and proposed to take him in hand and make a man of him, as nigh worthy of his wife as any one not an Alexander of Macedon could be.

So they became friendly, and the young lord confessed it was his family that had urged him to the attack; and Kirby abode at the castle, and all three were happy, in perfect honour, I am convinced:  but such was not the opinion of the Cressetts and Levelliers.  Down they trooped to Cressett Castle with a rush and a roar, crying on the disgrace of an old desperado like Kirby living there; Dukes, Marchionesses, Cabinet Ministers, leaders of fashion, and fire-eating colonels of the King’s body-guard, one of whom Captain John Peter Kirby laid on his heels at ten paces on an April morning, when the duel was fought, as early as the blessed heavens had given them light to see to do it.  Such days those were!

There was talk of shutting up the infatuated lady.  If not incarcerated, she was rigidly watched.  The earl her husband fell altogether to drinking and coaching, and other things.  The ballad makes her say: 

’My family my gaolers be,
My husband is a zany;
Naught see I clear save my bold Buccaneer
To rescue Countess Fanny!’

and it goes on: 

’O little lass, at play on the grass,

Come earn a silver penny,
And you’ll be dear to my bold Buccaneer
For news of his Countess Fanny.’

In spite of her bravery, that poor woman suffered!

We used to learn by heart the ballads and songs upon famous events in those old days when poetry was worshipped.

But Captain Kirby gave provocation enough to both families when he went among the taverns and clubs, and vowed before Providence over his big fist that they should rue their interference, and he would carry off the lady on a day he named; he named the hour as well, they say, and that was midnight of the month of June.  The Levelliers and Cressetts foamed at the mouth in speaking of him, so enraged they were on account of his age and his passion for a young woman.  As to blood, the Kirbys of Lincolnshire were quite equal to the Cressetts of Warwick.  The Old Buccaneer seems to have had money too.  But you can see what her people had to complain of:  his insolent contempt of them was unexampled.  And their tyranny had roused my lady’s high spirit not a bit less; and she said right out:  ‘When he comes, I am ready and will go with him.’