Varney the Vampire. James Malcolm Rymer

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СКАЧАТЬ you hear, Charles, that Jack is of my opinion that your opponent is an odd fish."

      "But, uncle, why trifle with my impatience thus? Have you seen Sir Francis Varney?"

      "Seen him. Oh, yes."

      "And what did he say?"

      "Why, to tell the truth, my lad, I advise you not to fight with him at all."

      "Uncle, is this like you? This advice from you, to compromise my honour, after sending a man a challenge?"

      "D—n it all, Jack, I don't know how to get out of it," said the admiral. "I tell you what it is, Charles, he wants to fight with swords; and what on earth is the use of your engaging with a fellow who has been practising at his weapon for more than a hundred years?"

      "Well, uncle, if any one had told me that you would be terrified by this Sir Francis Varney into advising me not to fight, I should have had no hesitation whatever in saying such a thing was impossible."

      "I terrified?"

      "Why, you advise me not to meet this man, even after I have challenged him."

      "Jack," said the admiral, "I can't carry it on, you see. I never could go on with anything that was not as plain as an anchor, and quite straightforward. I must just tell all that has occurred."

      "Ay, ay, sir. The best way."

      "You think so, Jack?"

      "I know it is, sir, always axing pardon for having a opinion at all, excepting when it happens to be the same as yourn, sir."

      "Hold your tongue, you libellous villain! Now, listen to me, Charles. I got up a scheme of my own."

      Charles gave a groan, for he had a very tolerable appreciation of his uncle's amount of skill in getting up a scheme of any kind or description.

      "Now here am I," continued the admiral, "an old hulk, and not fit for use anymore. What's the use of me, I should like to know? Well, that's settled. But you are young and hearty, and have a long life before you. Why should you throw away your life upon a lubberly vampyre?"

      "I begin to perceive now, uncle," said Charles, reproachfully, "why you, with such apparent readiness, agreed to this duel taking place."

      "Well, I intended to fight the fellow myself, that's the long and short of it, boy."

      "How could you treat me so?"

      "No nonsense, Charles. I tell you it was all in the family. I intended to fight him myself. What was the odds whether I slipped my cable with his assistance, or in the regular course a little after this? That's the way to argufy the subject; so, as I tell you, I made up my mind to fight him myself."

      Charles looked despairingly, but said—

      "What was the result?"

      "Oh, the result! D—n me, I suppose that's to come. The vagabond won't fight like a Christian. He says he's quite willing to fight anybody that calls him out, provided it's all regular."

      "Well—well."

      "And he, being the party challenged—for he says he never himself challenges anybody, as he is quite tired of it—must have his choice of weapons."

      "He is entitled to that; but it is generally understood now-a-days that pistols are the weapons in use among gentlemen for such purposes."

      "Ah, but he won't understand any such thing, I tell you. He will fight with swords."

      "I suppose he is, then, an adept at the use of the sword?"

      "He says he is."

      "No doubt—no doubt. I cannot blame a man for choosing, when he has the liberty of choice, that weapon in the use of which he most particularly, from practice, excels."

      "Yes; but if he be one half the swordsman he has had time enough, according to all accounts, to be, what sort of chance have you with him?"

      "Do I hear you reasoning thus?"

      "Yes, to be sure you do. I have turned wonderfully prudent, you see: so I mean to fight him myself, and mind, now, you have nothing whatever to do with it."

      "An effort of prudence that, certainly."

      "Well, didn't I say so?"

      "Come—come, uncle, this won't do. I have challenged Sir Francis Varney, and I must meet him with any weapon he may, as the challenged party, choose to select. Besides, you are not, I dare say, aware that I am a very good fencer, and probably stand as fair a chance as Varney in a contest with swords."

      "Indeed!"

      "Yes, uncle. I could not be so long on the continent as I have been without picking up a good knowledge of the sword, which is so popular all over Germany."

      "Humph! but only consider, this d——d fellow is no less than a hundred and fifty years old."

      "I care not."

      "Yes, but I do."

      "Uncle, uncle, I tell you I will fight with him; and if you do not arrange matters for me so that I can have the meeting with this man, which I have myself sought, and cannot, even if I wished, now recede from with honour, I must seek some other less scrupulous friend to do so."

      "Give me an hour or two to think of it, Charles," said the admiral. "Don't speak to any one else, but give me a little time. You shall have no cause of complaint. Your honour cannot suffer in my hands."

      "I will wait your leisure, uncle; but remember that such affairs as these, when once broached, had always better be concluded with all convenient dispatch."

      "I know that, boy—I know that."

      The admiral walked away, and Charles, who really felt much fretted at the delay which had taken place, returned to the house.

      He had not been there long, when a lad, who had been temporarily hired during the morning by Henry to answer the gate, brought him a note, saying—

      "A servant, sir, left this for you just now."

      "For me?" said Charles, as he glanced at the direction. "This is strange, for I have no acquaintance about here. Does any one wait?"

      "No, sir."

      The note was properly directed to him, therefore Charles Holland at once opened it. A glance at the bottom of the page told him that it came from his enemy, Sir Francis Varney, and then he read it with much eagerness. It ran thus:—

      "SIR—Your uncle, as he stated himself to be, Admiral Bell, was the bearer to me, as I understood him this day, of a challenge from you. Owing to some unaccountable hallucination of intellect, he seemed to imagine that I intended to set myself up as a sort of animated target, for any one to shoot at who might have a fancy so to do.

      "According to this eccentric view of the case, the admiral had the kindness to offer СКАЧАТЬ