"D'ye dare look me in the eye?
D'ye dare, ye rogue?
D'ye know who I am?
And don't wag that pistol, my fine fellow! Be off, now! Away with you!" Mr.Green looked his name.

The rosiness was all departed from his cheeks; he quivered with suppressed wrath.

"If I go--giving way to constraint--what shall you say to my Lord Carteret ?" he asked.
"What concern may that be of yours, sirrah ?'' "It will be some concern of yours, my lord." Mr.Caryll interposed.

"The knave is right," said he.

"It were to implicate your lordship.