They've got this fellow who knows something about boxing--at least I presume he does--to come and manage the affair.

Probably he knows nothing of the quarrel.

He expects them to shake hands, but I'm hanged if they're going to.

By Jove! There'll be a mess here if the police get to hear anything." "But why should they shake hands if they're going to fight ?" asked Sally, forcing spurious interest.

So she bled herself--sapping vitality to give him pleasure.