morning, six o’clock
But White Connal 's anger lasted longer : for many reasons he disliked Ormond ; and thinking from Harry 's gentleness , that he might venture to insult him , returned to the charge , and becoming high and brutal in his tone , said that `` Mr. Ormond had committed an ungentlemanlike action , which it was easier to apologize for than to defend . '' Harry took fire , and instantly was much more ready than his opponent wished to give any other satisfaction that Mr. Connal desired . Well , `` Name his hour -- his place . '' `` To-morrow morning , six o'clock , in the east meadow , out of reach and sight of all , '' Ormond said ; or he was ready at that instant , if Mr. Connal pleased : he hated , he said , to bear malice -- he could not sleep upon it . Moriarty now stepping up privately , besought Mr. Connal 's `` honour , for Heaven and earth 's sake , to recollect , if he did not know it , what a desperate good shot Mr. Harry notoriously was always . '' `` What , you rascal ! are you here still ? ''