You wanted a quarrel yonder in the ball-room.

The expression of your eyes was an insult.

Don't evade now.

I am here, wearing the uniform of the British army.

I have every right of a gentleman, and you will cross swords, or I'll brand you coward wherever there is an English garrison." The fellow was certainly not afraid, yet he hesitated, not quite clear in his own mind what he had better do.