“What d'ye mean?”
“I mean that I'd give fifty pound (if I had it) if it was but that brute George Fielding that was in our power instead of this fool William.”
Meadows opened his eyes: “Why?”
“Because he put an affront upon me,” was the somewhat sulky reply.
“What was that?”
“Oh, no matter, sir!”
“But it is matter. Tell me. I am that man's enemy.”
“Then I am in luck. You are just the enemy I wish him.”
“What was the affront?”
“He called me a pettifogger.”