"Monsieur!"
"Or--must I turn you out?"
"Turn me out!"
The Vicomte had been listening to this little dialogue. He now turned towards his friend.
"Ah, my friend, it is as he says! He will turn you out, neck and crop, as the English say. He will throw you down the stairs, he will heave half a brick at your head, to help you on your way. Then, when you require satisfaction, he will refer you to a magistrate. You will summon him--it will be in the papers--he will be fined half-a-crown! That is how they manage these affairs in England. It is true!"
"But--among gentlemen!"
"Ah, mon ami, voila! In England, nowadays, there are no gentlemen!"
Mr. Lovell moved a step towards M. Berigny.
"I have asked you, as a gentleman, to leave my studio."
"Monsieur, you are a coward!"