The wretched Ben was haled off, groaning.
Harry, lifeless still and bleeding, for all McBean's work, they lifted and carried away to his father's lodging.
"What's your Waverton in this, sir?" says McBean.
"The silly gentleman wanted Harry's wife. Egad, I never thought he had so much gall in him."
"I believe I'll be letting some of it out," says McBean.
"You'll be pleased to leave that to me," quoth Colonel Boyce.
McBean looked up at him oddly. "Ventrebleu, I wonder if I'll make you my apologies. Have you bowels after all, sir?"
"You're impertinent."
"If you like." McBean cocked a wicked eye at him.
"You concern yourself with the affairs of my family. I resent it,
Captain McBean."