'Quite enough,' Mr. Dunborough answered calmly. He had wreaked the worst

of his rage on the unlucky tutor. 'When you are sober I'll talk to you.' Mr. Pomeroy with a frightful oath cursed his impudence. 'I believe I

have to pay you for more than this!' he panted. 'Is it you who decoyed a

girl from my house to-night?' Mr. Dunborough laughed aloud. 'No, but it was I sent her there,' he

said. He had the advantage of knowledge. 'And if I had brought her away

again, it would have been nothing to you.' The answer staggered Bully Pomeroy in the midst of his rage.

'Who are you?' he cried.

'Ask your friend there!' Dunborough retorted with disdain. 'I've

written my name on him! It should be pretty plain to read'; and he

turned on his heel to go upstairs.

Pomeroy took two steps forward, laid his hand on the other's shoulder,

and, big man as he was, turned him round. 'Will you give me

satisfaction?' he cried.

Dunborough's eyes met his. 'So that is your tone, is it?' he said

slowly; and he reached for the tankard of ale that had been brought to

him, and that now stood on a chest at the foot of the stairs.

But Mr. Pomeroy's hand was on the pot first; in a second its contents

were in Dunborough's face and dripping from his cravat. 'Now will you

fight?' Bully Pomeroy cried; and as if he knew his man, and that he had

done enough, he turned his back on the stairs and strode first into

the Yarmouth.

Two or three women screamed as they saw the liquor thrown, and a waiter

ran for the landlord. A second drawer, more courageous, cried,

'Gentlemen, gentlemen--for God's sake, gentlemen!' and threw himself

between the younger man and the door of the room. But Dunborough, his

face flushed with anger, took him by the shoulder, and sent him

spinning; then with an oath he followed the other into the Yarmouth, and

slammed the door in the faces of the crowd. They heard the key turned.

'My God!' the waiter who had interfered cried, his face white, 'there

will be murder done!' And he sped away for the kitchen poker that he

might break in the door. He had known such a case before. Another ran to

seek the gentleman upstairs. The others drew round the door and stooped

to listen; a moment, and the sound they feared reached their ears--the

grinding of steel, the trampling of leaping feet, now a yell and now a

taunting laugh. The sounds were too much for one of the men who heard

them: he beat on the door with his fists. 'Gentlemen!' he cried, his

voice quavering, 'for the Lord's sake don't, gentlemen! Don't!' On which

one of the women who had shrieked fell on the floor in wild hysterics.




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