“I am.”
“For sure?” said Billy.
“Yes, for sure, he’s under my protection—do you want him?”
“I’m goin’ to have him.”
“I say, do you want him?” repeated Mr Fanshawe, rising to his feet.
“O’ course I want him.”
“Then, you’ll have to fight me for him.”
“O Dicky!” murmured Violet.
“It’s a question of honour,” said Mr Fanshawe. “I don’t know why I should fight this scoundrel’s battles, but he has placed himself under my protection, and I’m not going to give him up.” Then, in a lower voice: “You wouldn’t have it otherwise?”
“No,” said Violet, shivering; “but tell me before you begin, and I’ll shut my eyes, and—stop my ears.”