James, remain outside until Mr.Brett returns.

Then conduct him to your mistress." Capella's tone admitted of no argument, nor was it necessary to protest.
Brett always liked people to talk in the way they deemed best suited to their own interests.

Without any expostulation, therefore, he followed his limping host into a luxuriously furnished dressing-room.
Capella closed the door, and placed himself gently on a couch.
"Does your friend fight ?" he said, fixing his dark eyes, blazing with anger, intently on the other.
"That is a matter on which your opinion would probably be more valuable than mine." "Spare me your wit.

You know well what I mean.

Will he meet me on the Continent and settle our quarrel like a gentleman, not like a hired bravo ?" "What quarrel ?" "Mr.Brett, you are not so stupid.