"I say, old fellow, what's the matter?" he asked; "you look decidedly blood-thirsty."
"I am, sir!"
"By Jove! I don't doubt it: you resemble Achilles, when he and
Agamemnon had their miff. What's the odds?"
"I have been insulted, sir!"
"Insulted?"
"And tricked!"
"Impossible."
Jinks remained silent for a moment, looking after Verty.
"Yes," he said, with an awful scowl, "that young man has robbed me of my mistress—"
"Who—Verty?"