"Why did you not shoot the villain?" exclaimed Harry Girdwood, the surgeon, and Jack's second simultaneously.
"It would be doing him too much honour, gentlemen. I leave him to the hangman."
"You should have killed him," growled the surgeon, glancing after the discomfited duellist, who was sneaking off, unattended even by his own second.
"I don't feel bloodthirsty just at present, and I have proved the words that gave rise to the challenge."
"That is true, but some other poor devil may not be so lucky."
"I fancy after this morning's exposé anyone may refuse to go out with him without fear of dishonour."
"True; that is one good thing."
They re-entered their carriage and returned to Paris.
Just as young Jack alighted from the vehicle, he found himself seized by the collar and shaken violently.
He turned hastily.