Dorian stepped forward, quite close to Jack Lamont.
"Yes, I am afraid," said Dorian, his face white with passion, "but not of what you think, not of what you would be afraid, you dirty, low, scoundrel!" Lamont raised a riding whip he had in his hand, but the men interfered, and they all moved outside into the yard.

Dorian, still tense with anger, permitted himself to be taken to the teams where they began hitching up.

Dorian soon had himself under control, yet he was not satisfied with the matter ending thus.

Quietly slipping back to where Mr.Lamont stood looking at the men preparing to drive on, he said, "I want a word with you." The other tried to evade.
"Don't try to get away until I'm through with you.

I want to tell you again what a contemptible cur you are.