"So unlikely," snorted the Prince, "that I 'd give a thousand pounds to find the rascal out."
Farrell, spurred on by a nudge from the elbow of his patron, stepped forward.
"Your Highness," said he, calmly, "I accept your offer."
Wales gazed at the dapper young law student in surprise.
"You know the author of this attack upon me, sir?" he asked.
"I do," answered Farrell, firmly.
Moore, resolved to anticipate and if possible prevent the accusation of Dyke which he felt sure was about to follow, stepped hurriedly forward.
"One moment, your Highness," said he. "Do you know this gentleman? He is a liar, a blackleg, and a coward, unworthy of your Highness' belief or consideration."
"Curse you," began Farrell, white to his lips with shame and passion, but Moore did not allow him to finish.
"I struck him in Ireland, yet he never resented my insult. Think, your Highness, is such a poltroon worthy of belief?"