“I’ll fight you a duel for her. We will fight a real duel for her.”
“You hadn’t better begin,” said Peter.
“But I mean—you know—a duel, Peter.”
“Let’s fight one now,” said Peter, “’f you think you’re going to have Joan for your girl.”
“We will fight with swords.”
“Sticks.”
“Yes, but call them swords. And we shall have to have seconds and a doctor.”
“Joan’s my second.”
“You can’t have Joan. My second’s the Grand Duke of Surrey-Sussex.”
“Then mine’s Bungo-Peter.”