Come, and get off home, and let's see the extent of the damage." "Ooogh! he's a devil! Mr.Hadrian, sir, he's a devil!" groaned Benson, turning half over in the road to ease his aches.
Adrian caught hold of Benson's collar and lifted him to a sitting posture.

He then had a glimpse of what his hopeful pupil's hand could do in wrath.

The wretched butler's coat was slit and welted; his hat knocked in; his flabby spirit so broken that he started and trembled if his pitiless executioner stirred a foot.

Richard stood over him, grasping his great stick; no dawn of mercy for Benson in any corner of his features.
Benson screwed his neck round to look up at him, and immediately gasped, "I won't get up! I won't! He's ready to murder me again!--Mr.Hadrian! if you stand by and see it, you're liable to the law, sir--I won't get up while he's near." No persuasion could induce Benson to try his legs while his executioner stood by.
Adrian took Richard aside: "You've almost killed the poor devil, Ricky.
You must be satisfied with that.

Look at his face." "The coward bobbed while I struck" said Richard.