"I am going back—or I was till you stopped me."
"Back to where you came from, my lord."
"I came from Scarsmoor and I'm going back there, Goodenough."
"Where you came from last, my lord."
"No, no, Goodenough. At all events, her Excellency has no right to drive me into the sea." Lynborough's tone was plaintively expostulatory.
"Then if you won't go back, my lord, here we stay!" said John, bewildered but faithfully obstinate.
"Just your tactics!" Lynborough observed to Norah, a keen spectator of the scene. "But I'm not so patient of them from Goodenough."
"I don't know that you were very patient with me."
"Goodenough, if you use sufficient force I shall, of course, be prevented from continuing on my way. Nothing short of that, however, will stop me. And pray take care that the force is sufficient—neither more nor less than sufficient, Goodenough."
"I don't want to use no violence to your lordship. Well now, if I lay my hand on your lordship's shoulder, will that do to satisfy your lordship?"