"I don't know, ma'am, as you wants 'em exactly. That's as may be. There they are; and if they was to blow each other's brains out in the gig to-night, I shouldn't be a bit surprised for one. There's nothing won't quiet them at Oileymead to-night, if brandy-and-water don't do it." As she said this, Jeannette slipt into her chair, and held up her hands in token of the intensity of her fears.
"Why, you silly child, they're not going home together at all. Did not the Captain go away first?"
"The Captain did go away first, certainly; but I thought perhaps it was to get his pistols and fighting things ready."
"They won't fight, Jeannette. Gentlemen have given over fighting."

"That's as may be, ma'am. But they are; and if they was to blow each other's brains out in the gig tonight, I shouldn't be a bit surprised." As she said this, Jeannette slipped into her chair.
"Why, you silly child, they're not going home together. Did not the Captain go away first?"
"He did, but I thought perhaps it was to get his pistols ready."
"They won't fight, Jeannette. Gentlemen have given over fighting."
