"What for, sir?" cried the choleric old gentleman, now fairly hopping with rage. "What for? To throw it back, sir—that's why."
"My dear Captain van Adrienssen, is not this rather childish? Twenty years is a long time to harbour resentment."
"You shall fight me, sir."
"Tut, tut!"
"I regret that I have not the boot with me to fling back at you—"
"You have a pair on your feet, sir," suggested the Englishman, whose temper was rising.
"—But this shall do instead!" and taking his glove Captain van Adrienssen dashed it in Captain Runacles' face.
"By the Lord, you shall pay for this!"
"I am ready, sir."
They tugged off their coats and pulled out their swords.