“Ingleton,” said the former, taking control of the proceedings generally, “are you willing to repeat what you said outside?”
“Certainly,” said Roger; “anywhere you like. And I shall be delighted to add that he is a coward.”
“There, Compton. Surely that satisfies you?”
Mr Compton, very white and downcast, took up his hat.
“Thank you,” said he, with a pitiful affectation of superciliousness; “I take no notice of young bumpkins like him,” and he turned on his heel.
Fastnet stepped before him to the door.
“Look here, Compton,” said he, “you’re a member of this club. Do we understand you funk this affair?”
“I’ve something better to do than bother my head about him. Understand what you like. Let me go!”
Fastnet opened the door.
“Clear out!” said he, with an oath; “and don’t show your face here again, unless you want to be kicked.”