He understood the gist of the remark.
"The light might be worse," went on Denningham. "If we are careful where we stand,—so—there is too deep a shadow there. You have a good weapon, sir? If not, permit me to offer you the choice of mine."
He opened a leather case as he spoke, holding it towards Morice with a mocking bow.
A pair of gold-mounted pistols lay within.
But Morice shook his head.
"I thank you, my lord, but I prefer using my own," he replied shortly.
Lord Denningham raised his eyebrows.
"As you like. But you will surely remove your coat?"
"Thank you. No."
"Again—as you will, though I warn you those gilt buttons of yours make a pretty target."