"Must what go on?"
"The business of to-morrow morning."
"Why you know it must."
"I don't like it."
"Neither do I particularly."
"Then put an end to it before mischief comes."
"How?"
"Why, shake hands; you and Loftus. You are both good fellows, as all the world knows. It's a miserable thing that you should quarrel and bring things to this pitch."
"I have not sought the quarrel. Loftus has forced it upon me."
"Well, you did knock him down, you know. Go to him and apologize for that, and perhaps between you things may be made up."