“Certainly I will,” said the Professor. “Where, and when, and how? I would like to have it out right here on the spot.”
It is melancholy to think what would have been the sorrow of the members of the Universal Peace Society, of which the Professor was the first vice-president, if they could have observed the eagerness with which that good man seemed to long for the fray, and the fiery rage which beamed from his eyes until the sparks almost appeared to fly from his spectacles.
Miss Baffin at this moment rushed upon the scene, and in wild affright flung her arms about her father.
“The contest shall be made,” said the Baron, sternly. “Unhand him!”
The Professor hurriedly explained the matter to Matilda, who sobbed piteously.
“You shall have my armor, my horse, and my lance,” said Sir Dinadan in a kindly voice to the Professor. “Go and get them,” he continued, speaking to some of the servants.
“Thank you,” said the Professor. “I am much obliged. You are a fine young man.”
“But, pa,” said Miss Baffin through her tears, “surely you are not going to fight?”
“Yes, my love.”
“And you a member of the Peace Society, too.”