Miss Lackland is my partner.

If you saw fit to make love to her, and somehow failed to succeed, why should you want to fight with me?
This is the twentieth century, my dear fellow, and duelling went out of fashion before you and I were born." "You began the row," Tudor doggedly asserted.

"You gave me to understand that it was time for me to go.

You fired me out of your house, in short.
And then you have the cheek to want to know why I am starting the row.

It won't do, I tell you.