The dandy smiled, and placed his hands behind him.
"Well, and what do you want with me?" he enquired with cool assurance.
"What do you think I want?"
"Do you want to abuse me? We are alone, no one will hear us. If you wish to be rough with me, I shall shout and collect a crowd in the street: that will also be bad for you."
"I intend to do neither. You see I have put gloves on, that I may not befoul myself by touching you. Yet you can imagine that it is not customary to make a present of such a debt."
"Do you wish to fight a duel with me?"
"Yes, and at once: I shall not allow you out of my sight until you have given me satisfaction."
"Don't expect that. Because you are a Hercules, and I a titmouse, don't think I am overawed by your knitted eyebrows. If you so desire, I am ready."
"I like that."
"But you know that as the challenged, I have the right to choose weapons and method."