The latter applied a silk handkerchief to his hurt, withdrawing it covered with the hot blood.
"Coward!" he exclaimed. "You struck me with a ring on your finger."
"Served you right," said Mr. Mole. "I wish he had given you more of it. This will teach you not to insult an old man, who never did you any harm."
"I am not talking to you, imbecile," hissed Maltravers.
He turned to his toady:
"Give me your arm, Simpkins," he added.
"With all the pleasure in life," was the reply.
"You shall hear from me, Mr. Harkaway," continued Maltravers.
"Whenever you please," answered Jack, carelessly.
"I presume you will not refuse me the satisfaction of a gentleman."