"You want a duel.

I'll give it to you." Then his common-sense and dislike for the ridiculous asserted themselves, and he added, "But it's absurd, impossible." "Joan and David--partners, eh?
Joan and David--partners," Tudor began to iterate and reiterate in a malicious and scornful chant.
"For heaven's sake keep quiet, and I'll let you have your way," Sheldon cried.

"I never saw a fool so bent on his folly.

What kind of a duel shall it be?
There are no seconds.

What weapons shall we use ?" Immediately Tudor's monkey-like impishness left him, and he was once more the cool, self-possessed man of the world.
"I've often thought that the ideal duel should be somewhat different from the conventional one," he said.