"Don't call me your 'good fellow,'" said Jack, while the blood rushed to his face.
"I shall call you what I please," exclaimed Lord Maltravers, with cool insolence.
Jack controlled himself, and the two men stood glaring at one another. Under no circumstances can men hate so intensely as when they are rivals for the affections of a woman.
"Isn't it about time, Mr. Harkaway, that you returned to England?" said Lord Maltravers, with his glass in his eye.
Jack gnashed his teeth.
"You are trying to insult me," he exclaimed.
"I hoped I had succeeded," was the reply.
"By Heaven you have," Jack cried, unable to control himself any longer.
Clinching his broad sledge-hammer fist, he stepped back a pace and dealt the peer a heavy blow in the face.
Maltravers rolled over and fell on the floor.