The gentleman fired in a second, and with blazing eyes asked me if I intended an insult.

I was about to say that he could take what meaning he pleased, when an older man broke in with, "Tush, Charles, let the fellow alone.

You cannot quarrel with a shopman." "I thank you, George, for a timely reminder," said my gentleman, and he turned away his head with a motion of sovereign contempt.
"Come, come, sirs," Colonel Beverley cried, "remember the sacred law of hospitality.

You are all my guests, and you have a lady here, whose bright eyes should be a balm for controversies." The Governor had sat with his lips closed and his eyes roving the table.

He dearly loved a quarrel, and was minded to use me to bait those whom he liked little.
"What is all this talk about gentility ?" he said.