CAPTAIN BUGBY [Nervous and awed.] Captain Bugby, sir, ah! at Lord Ravensbane’s service—ah!
DICKON I am Master Dickonson, his lordship’s tutor.
CAPTAIN BUGBY Happy, sir.
DICKON [To Ravensbane.] My lord, this gentleman waits upon you from Squire Talbot. [To Captain Bugby.] In regard to the challenge of this morning, I presume?
CAPTAIN BUGBY The affair, ah! the affair of this morning, sir.
RAVENSBANE [With his former superb air—to Captain Bugby.] The second, I believe?
CAPTAIN BUGBY Quite so, my lord.
RAVENSBANE Sir! the local person whom you represent has done himself the honour of submitting to me a challenge to mortal combat. Sir! Since the remotest times of my feudal ancestors, in such affairs of honour, choice of weapons has ever been the prerogative of the challenged. Sir! this right of etiquette must be observed.
CAPTAIN BUGBY Indeed, yes, my lord.
DICKON Pray do not interrupt. [To Ravensbane.] Your lordship: “observed.”