lord john. [Full in the other's face.] What about the appearances of black-mail?
carnaby. [Compressing his thin lips.] Do you care for my daughter?
lord john. I could . . . at a pinch.
carnaby. Now, my lord, you are insolent.
lord john. Is this when we quarrel?
carnaby. I think I'll challenge you.
lord john. That will look well.
carnaby. You'll value that kiss when you've paid for it. Kindly choose Tatton as your second. I want his tongue to wag both ways.
lord john. I was forgetting how it all began.