'What would you have more?
I admit the obligation of speaking to him when I meet him in your house.
Out of it--that 's another matter.' 'But what is the cause for your conduct to him, Ferdinand ?' 'By Jove!' cried Harry, 'I wonder he puts up with it I wouldn't.

I'd have a shot with you, my boy.' 'Extremely honoured,' said Laxley.

'But neither you nor I care to fight tailors.' 'Tailors!' exclaimed Rose.

There was a sharp twitch in her body, as if she had been stung or struck.
'Look here, Rose,' said Laxley; 'I meet him, he insults me, and to get out of the consequences tells me he's the son of a tailor, and a tailor himself; knowing that it ties my hands.

Very well, he puts himself hors de combat to save his bones.