“We shall all stand to be arrested!”
“Never fear. These little affairs are better managed in France!”
“For heaven’s sake, what weapons?”
“Swords!”
“In what way are you interested in this girl?”
“In no way. Not in the slightest.”
O’Hagan stood up and gracefully executed the Grand Salute with his cane.
“I badly need a little practice,” he said. “That is all, Raymond!”
“This man, Ronald Brandon, has some reputation as a swordsman.”
“So I hear,” replied O’Hagan languidly. “He has grossly insulted me; so that I am quite looking forward to meeting him. Although he merely comes of a race of attorneys, he appears to have a fine reach.”