 Satisfaction imaginable concerning the whole Affair, when they
were alone together; upon which Booth addressing himself to Colonel Bath, the
Discourse turned on other Matters, during the Remainder of the Visit, which was
but short, and then both went away together, leaving Colonel Bath as well as it
was possible to expect, more to the Satisfaction of Booth than of Colonel James,
who would not have been displeased if his Wound had been more dangerous: for he
was grown somewhat weary of a Disposition that he rather called captious than
heroic, and which, as he every Day more and more hated his Wife, he apprehended
might some time or other give him some Trouble: For Bath was the most
affectionate of Brothers, and had often swore in the Presence of James, that he
would eat any Man alive who should use his Sister ill.
    Colonel Bath was well satisfied that his Brother and the Lieutenant were
gone out with a Design of Tilting, from which he offered not a Syllable to
dissuade them, as he was convinced it was right, and that Booth could not in
Honour take, nor the Colonel give any less Satisfaction. When they had been gone
therefore about half an Hour, he rang his Bell, to enquire if there was any News
of his Brother; a Question which he repeated every ten Minutes, for the Space of
two Hours, when having heard nothing of him, he began to conclude that both were
killed on the Spot.
    While he was in this State of Anxiety, his Sister came to see him; for
notwithstanding his Desire of keeping it a Secret, the Duel had blazed all over
the Town. After receiving some kind Congratulations on his Safety, and some
unkind Hints concerning the Warmth of his Temper, the Colonel asked her when she
had seen her Husband; she answered, not that Morning. He then communicated to
her his Suspicion, told her he was convinced his Brother had drawn his Sword
that Day, and that as neither of them had heard any thing from him, he began to
apprehend the worst that could happen.
    Neither Miss Bellamy, nor Mrs. Cibber, were ever in a greater Consternation
on the Stage, than now appeared in the Countenance of Mrs. James. »Good Heavens!
Brother,« cries she, »what do you tell me! you have frightened me to Death. -
Let your Man get me a Glass of Water immediately, if you have not a Mind to see
me die before your Face. When, where, how was this Quarrel, why did you not
prevent it, if you knew of it? Is
