"You can rely upon me."
His lordship bowed stiffly, and, still holding the handkerchief to the cut, from which the blood trickled slowly, left the room.
"Am I much hurt, Simpkins?" he asked.
"Cut all to pieces."
"Shall I be disfigured?"
"You will always have a scar, I fear," replied Simpkins.
"Curse that fellow!" cried Maltravers, between his clenched teeth, "he shall pay a terrible reckoning for this."
"Why didn't you hit him back again?"
"He took me by surprise, and he hit with such force, that he knocked me out of time. My head swims now and I am so dizzy, I feel as if I should faint."
They passed out of the door, leaving Jack and the professor together.