"We must satisfy ourselves." "Satisfy yourselves ?" echoed the other, in tones of deep amazement.
"What better satisfaction can I afford you than my word?
'Swounds, sir jackanapes," he added, in a roar that sent the lieutenant back a pace as though he had been struck, "am I to take it that your errand is a trumped-up business to affront me?
First you invite me to turn tipstaff, then you add your cursed innuendoes of what people say of me, and now you end by doubting me! You must satisfy yourself!" he thundered, waxing fiercer at every word.

"Linger another moment on that threshold, and d----n me, sir, I'll give you satisfaction of another flavour! Be off!" Before that hurricane of passion the ensign recoiled, despite himself.
"I will appeal to General Montgomery," he threatened.
"Appeal to the devil! Had you come hither with your errand in a seemly fashion you had found my door thrown wide in welcome, and I had received you courteously.

As it is, sir, the cause for complaint is on my side, and complain I will.

We shall see whether the King permits an old soldier who has followed the fortunes of his family these eighteen years to be flouted by a malapert bantam of yesterday's brood!" The subaltern paused in dismay.

Some demur there was in the gathered crowd.