Chapter 61

"Ah, and what did he say?" asked the colonel, knocking the ashes from his cigar with a jewelled finger. "If you lived till the age of Methusaleh, Colonel Beverley, you would never guess." "Well?" "Putting his glass in his eye, he lisped out coolly, 'Bah! people don't fight duels now. In our service at least, since Munro's fatal affair with Fawcett,[*] hostile meetings have been hanging matters.'" [*] The disastrous and reckless duel referred to--the last, I think, fought in our service--occurred in 1844, between t…