Elspeth did not hear, being intent on other things, and I merely shrugged my shoulders, though my fingers itched for the gentleman’s ears.

In a little the racing ceased, and the ladies made ready to leave.  Doctor Blair appeared, protesting that the place was not for his cloth, and gave Elspeth his arm to escort her to his coach.  She cried a merry good-day to us, and reminded Mr. Grey that he had promised to sup with them on the morrow.  When she had gone I spied a lace scarf which she had forgotten, and picked it up to restore it.

This did not please the other.  He snatched it from me, and when I proposed to follow, tripped me deftly, and sent me sprawling among the stools.  As I picked myself up, I saw him running to overtake the Blairs.

This time there was no discreet girl to turn the edge of my fury.  All the gibes and annoyances of the past months rushed into my mind, and set my head throbbing.  I was angry, but very cool with it all, for I saw that the matter had now gone too far for tolerance.  Unless I were to be the butt of Virginia, I must assert my manhood.

I nicked the dust from my coat, and walked quietly to where Mr. Grey was standing amid a knot of his friends, who talked of the races and their losses and gains.  He saw me coming, and said something which made them form a staring alley, down which I strolled.  He kept regarding me with bright, watchful eyes.

“I have been very patient, sir,” I said, “but there is a limit to what a man may endure from a mannerless fool.”  And I gave him a hearty slap on the face.

Instantly there was a dead silence, in which the sound seemed to linger intolerably.  He had grown very white, and his eyes were wicked.

“I am obliged to you, sir,” he said.  “You are some kind of ragged gentleman, so no doubt you will give me satisfaction.”

“When and where you please,” I said sedately.

“Will you name your friend now?” he asked.  “These matters demand quick settlement.”

To whom was I to turn?  I knew nobody of the better class who would act for me.  For a moment I thought of Colonel Beverley, but his age and dignity were too great to bring him into this squabble of youth.  Then a notion struck me.

“If you will send your friend to my man, John Faulkner, he will make all arrangements.  He is to be found any day in my shop.”

With this defiance, I walked nonchalantly out of the dumbfoundered group, found my horse, and rode homewards.

My coolness did not last many minutes, and long ere I had reached James Town I was a prey to dark forebodings.  Here was I, a peaceful trader, who desired nothing more than to live in amity with all men, involved in a bloody strife.  I had sought it, and yet it had been none of my seeking.  I had graver thoughts to occupy my mind than the punctilios of idle youth, and yet I did not see how the thing could have been shunned.  It was my hard fate to come athwart an obstacle which could not be circumvented, but must be broken.  No friend could help me in the business, not Ringan, nor the Governor, nor Colonel Beverley.  It was my own affair, which I must go through with alone.  I felt as solitary as a pelican.