I only wish to warn your poor dupe----" He wasn't able to finish the sentence.

Vane had struck him a violent blow in the face.
Vane's sudden attack fairly took Dorrimore by surprise.

He stared blankly at Vane, and then apparently seized by some ludicrous idea, he burst into a sarcastic laugh.
"Faith, sir--you must excuse me--you really must.

Ha--ha--ha! The idea of your championing this wanton jade! It's too good a joke--'pon honour, it is--but since you will have it so--why----" His hand went to his side, and the next moment his sword flashed in the crimson light of the coloured lamps.

Just then Jarvis and another man interposed, and the latter caught Dorrimore's sword arm.
"Forbear, gentlemen!" cried Jarvis.