If Miss Fenton is the cause, I shall fight with a better heart.

Jarvis--please arrange this affair for me.

You've a friend at hand, sir, I presume." Dorrimore dropped his insolent, foppish air.

He recognised that Vane, poverty stricken scribbler though he might be, was a gentleman.

He bowed and turned towards the man who, with Jarvis, had interposed in the early stages of the altercation.