‘Rose,’ he said passionately, ‘one word!’
But before he could utter another he found himself face to face with Wentworth, who, as usual, had come to see the actress home.
‘You here?’ said he to the Baronet.
‘Yes, and why not?’ said the latter angrily.
‘And you dare speak to that lady?’
‘Yes, why not? Do you think I am to be balked by a fellow like you?’
‘Say that again,’ said Wentworth, ‘and I’ll break every bone in your body.’
‘Gentlemen, gentlemen,’ exclaimed the manager, ‘pray be quiet! Sir Watkin, come along with me.’
The manager was in a dilemma. He would not for the world offend the Baronet, who had often aided him with money, and at the same time he was afraid of the press, of which Wentworth was a representative. As he said afterwards, he felt as if he were between the devil and the deep sea. His aim was to offend no one who could be of any use.
‘Come along with you—yes, I will, but I must have it out with this fellow first,’ said the Baronet, making a rush at Wentworth, who seemed quite prepared for the encounter.