I wrote a letter, calling him what he is." "No, sir; that letter is a libel." "It is the truth." "It is a malicious libel, sir; and we shall punish you for it.

I hereby serve you with this copy of a writ.

Damages, five thousand pounds." A sigh from the next room passed unnoticed by the men, for their voices were now raised in anger.
"And so that is what you came here for.

Why did you not go to my solicitor?
You must be as great a blackguard as your client, to serve your paltry writs on me in my own house." "Not blackguard enough to insult a gentleman in my own house.

If you had been civil I might have accommodated matters; but now I'll make you smart--ugh!" Nothing provokes a high-spirited man more than a menace.