... remarked, (with his face side-ways to Mr. Swan, as if addressing himself to me,) "This is my bedchamber, and he (Swan) must leave," Mr. Swan thereupon struck Mr. Foote, when I sprang between them. Mr. Foote had a pistol in his hand; and fearing that he would kill some one, I endeavored to pacify him. As soon as the lick was struck, Swan backed into the passage-way. During the whole of my interview tha...