Monckton kept his eye upon him and put his hand upon the handle of the door.
"I'll tell you," said Bartley--"by coming here to tempt, provoke, and insult the wretch whose soul you destroyed, by forcing me to assassinate the best man and the sweetest girl in England, when there were vipers and villains about whom it's a good action to sweep off God's earth.

Villain! I'll teach you to come like a fool and madden a madman.

I was only a rogue, you have made me a man of blood.

All the worse for you.

I have murdered _them_, I'll execute _you_," and with these words he bounded on him like a panther.
Monckton tore the doors open, and dashed out, but a furious blow fell before he was quite clear of the doorway.