He has not got his deserts this time.

Are you satisfied, gentlemen, or do you want more with us ?" The second looked up at Tom's stalwart figure, hesitated a moment, and then professed that he desired to carry matters no further.
Lord Claud handed the rapiers to Tom, coolly resumed his discarded garments, took off his hat with a courtly bow, and walked off with his customary air of easy grace.
"Come, Tom," he said, "we have managed that well.

The brute will not die, but will only keep his bed a while, and doubtless rise to trouble us again in days to come.

They say he has never felt a wound before, and boasts himself invulnerable.

He will little relish the lesson he has had today.