It must be a new sensation to stand on one leg and knock a fellow's hat off with the other." "Stick to your fists." "Hang it! I wish your fists wouldn't stick to me so." "You talk too much." "Gad, I don't get puffy half so soon as you." "I want country air." "You said you were going out, old Ned." "I changed my mind." Saying which, Edward shut his teeth, and talked for two or three hot minutes wholly with his fists.

The room shook under Algernon's boundings to right and left till a blow sent him back on the breakfast-table, shattered a cup on the floor, and bespattered his close flannel shirt with a funereal coffee-tinge.
"What the deuce I said to bring that on myself, I don't know," Algernon remarked as he rose.

"Anything connected with the country disagreeable to you, Ned?
Come! a bout of quiet scientific boxing, and none of these beastly rushes, as if you were singling me out of a crowd of magsmen.
Did you go to church yesterday, Ned?
Confound it, you're on me again, are you ?" And Algernon went on spouting unintelligible talk under a torrent of blows.

He lost his temper and fought out at them; but as it speedily became evident to him that the loss laid him open to punishment, he prudently recovered it, sparred, danced about, and contrived to shake the room in a manner that caused Edward to drop his arms, in consideration for the distracted occupant of the chambers below.
Algernon accepted the truce, and made it peace by casting off one glove.
"There! that's a pleasant morning breather," he said, and sauntered to the window to look at the river.

"I always feel the want of it when I don't get it.