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THE TRIAL 115 hem — but pistols were talked of — and — and — and — pistols were got — haw — haw — and then — yes, then — ’”’ “Pray don’t hurry yourself, my lord,” said the judge; ‘“there’s plenty of time, and we have got the whole day before us.”’ ‘Oh, certainly,’ observed the attorney-general. ‘‘ Your lordship was explaining, with your lordship’s wonted clear- ness and perspicuity, how pistols were obtained.” ‘* Ah — yes — haw — truly,” exclaimed the nobleman, lolling back in his seat and running his fingers com- plaisantly through his hair, which stood upright all over his head. “ Well, as I was saying, then — haw — he — haw — it was proposed to fight — hem —- hah — across the table, and I believe— I’m afraid — hem — haw — I’m afraid Mr. Dysart fired — hem — before the signal — haw — was given. Seiton fell dead — haw — ’twas a bad business — haw — and that’s all I know — hem — of the matter.”’ And having thus given his evidence, Lord Herbert in- dulged in a long yawn, stretching out his sprawling legs till every joint cracked audibly. Dysart’s counsel rose to cross-examine the nobleman; but the attorney-general threw a deprecatory look upon him; and the barrister, fearful of giving offence to the great law-officer as well as to the judge upon the bench, contented himself by asking some trivial question just to save appear- ances, and resumed his seat. The Honourable George Macnamara, who sat next to Lord Herbert, now gave his testimony to the following pur- port: ‘““T remember the entertainment at my Lord Herbert’s. It was in the beginning of June. About twelve or fourteen noblemen and gentlemen were present. I was one of the suests, Mr. Dvsart was another, and the Honourable George Sefton was likewise there. A dispute arose relative to Tan- tivy and Old Fogey. These horses both belonged to Mr. Sefton; and Mr. Dvsart was understood to have bet heavily upon them. From a word that Mr. Sefton let fall, Mr. Dysart fancied that he did not mean the horses to run; and he called him a scoundrel and a cheat. Mr. Sefton called him a liar. We were all pretty jolly —I may, indeed. say we were all drunk. Lord Herbert was certainly not sober. Mr. Dysart challenged Mr. Sefton to a duel across the table, and Lord CONNICLOOO cS (C(O)