Ere he had gone three paces he had stepped in front of him.
'Whatever rights mistress Dorothy may have given you,' he said, 'she had none to transfer in respect of my father.

What do you mean by calling him a roundhead ?' 'Why, is he not one ?' asked the youth, simply, keeping his ground, in spite of the unpleasant proximity of Richard's person.

'I am sorry to have wronged him, but I mistook him for a ringleader of the same name.

I heartily beg your pardon.' 'You did not mistake,' said Richard stupidly.
'Then I did him no wrong,' rejoined the youth, and once more would have gone his way.
But Richard, angrier than ever at finding he had given him such an easy advantage, moved with his movement, and kept rudely in front of him, provoking a quarrel--in clownish fashion, it must be confessed.
'By heaven,' said Scudamore, 'if Dorothy had not begged me not to fight with you--,' and as he spoke he slipped suddenly past his antagonist, and walked swiftly away.

Richard plunged after him, and seized him roughly by the shoulder.