the colonel boasting of the number of officers of all nations whom he
had killed, and saying, "I'll now complete my list by killing an Englishman."
Mon petit tir aura bientot ton conte, car je tire fort bien." My friend
quietly said, "Je ne tire pas mal non plus," and took his place. The
colonel, who seems to have been a horrible ruffian, after a good deal
more swaggering and bravado, placed himself opposite, and, on the signal
being given, the colonel's ball went through my friend's whiskers, whilst
his ball pierced his adversary's heart, who fell dead without a groan.

This duel made much noise in Paris, and the survivor left immediately
for Chantilly, where he passed some time. On his return to Paris, the
second of the man who had been killed, Commander P., insulted and challenged
my friend. A meeting was accordingly agreed upon, and pistols were again
the weapons used. Again my friend won the toss, and told his second,
Captain H--, that he would not kill his antagonist, though he richly
deserved death for wishing to take the life of a person who had never
offended him; but that he would give him a lesson which he should remember.
My friend accordingly shot his antagonist in the knee; and I remember
to have seen him limping about the streets of Paris twenty years after
this event.

When the result of this second duel was known, not less than eleven
challenges from Bonapartists were received by the gentleman in question;
but any further encounters were put a stop to by the Minister of War,
or the Duc d'Angouleme (I forget which), who threatened to place the
officers under arrest if they followed up this quarrel any further.
When the news reached England, the Duke of York said that my friend
could not have acted otherwise than he had done in the first duel, considering
the gross provocation that he had received; but he thought it would
have been better if the second duel had been avoided.