I am hardly the person to remind you, but this club is hardly the place--" "Oh, la la!" The other snapped his fingers, and reverting to his native tongue, finished his sentence wildly.
"You cad!" Heywood advanced in long strides deliberately, as if gathering momentum for a collision.

Before his blow could fall, he was sent spinning.

Rudolph, his cheeks on fire, darted past and dealt, full force, a clumsy backhand sweep of the arm.

Light and quick as a leopard, Chantel was on foot, erect, and even while his chair crashed on the floor, had whipped out a handkerchief.
"You are right, Mr.Heywood," he said, stanching his lips, in icy composure.

His eyes held an odd gleam of satisfaction.