"Who the devil are you ?" "By God," replied the other with an insolent laugh, "that's what I came here to find out!" The man at the table laid both hands on the edge of the cloth and partly rose from his chair, then fell back solidly, in silence, but his intent gaze never left the other's bloodless face.
"Send away your servants, Colonel Arran!" said the young man in a voice now labouring under restraint.

"We'll settle this matter now." The other made as though to speak twice; then, with an effort, he motioned to the butler.
What he meant by the gesture perhaps he himself scarcely realised at the moment.
The butler instantly signalled to Pim, the servant behind Colonel Arran's chair, and started forward with a furtive glance at his master; and the young man turned disdainfully to confront him.
"Will you retire peaceably, sir ?" "No, but you will retire permanently if you touch me.

Be very careful." Colonel Arran leaned forward, hands still gripping the table's edge: "Larraway!" "Sir ?" "You may go." The small gray eyes in the pock-pitted face stole toward young Berkley, then were cautiously lowered.
"Very well, sir," he said.
"Close the drawing-room doors.

No--this way.

Go out through the pantry.