“Let him say so, and I’ll thrash him like, a dog in the street. I’ll——”
“Whats the use of thrashing a man who will simply hand you over to the police? and quite right, too! What rot!”
“We shall see. We shall see.”
“Very well. Do as you like. You may twist one another’s heads off for what I care. He has had the satisfaction of putting you into a rage, at all events.”
“I am not in a rage.”
“Very well. Have it your own way.”
“Will you take a challenge to him from me?”
“No. I am not a born fool.”
“That is plain speaking.”
Marmaduke put his hands into his pockets, and whistled. “I think I will take myself off,” he said, presently.