Waiter, you may go.

Now, will you fight me to-morrow morning, or will you not ?" "I may fight a gentleman: but not you." "Well, I shall not call you a coward, because I know that you are none; and I shall not make a row here, for a gentleman's reasons, which you, calling yourself a gentleman, seem to have forgotten.

But this I will do; I will follow you till you do fight me, if I have to throw up my own prospects in life for it.

I will proclaim you, wherever we meet, for what you are--a mean and base intriguer; I will insult you in Kursaals, and cane you on public places; I will be Frankenstein's man to you day and night, till I have avenged the wrongs of this poor girl, the dust of whose feet you are not worthy to kiss off." Stangrave was surprised at his tone.

It was certainly not that of a conscious villain: but he only replied sneeringly,-- "And pray what may give Mr.Thurnall the right to consider himself the destined avenger of this frail beauty's wrongs ?" "I will tell you that after we have fought; and somewhat more.
Meanwhile, that expression, 'frail beauty,' is a fresh offence, for which I should certainly cane you, if she were not in the house." "Well," drawled Stangrave, feigning an ostentatious yawn, "I believe the wise method of ridding oneself of impertinents is to grant their requests.