Beau Wilson rose, in a somewhat unsteady attitude, and, turning towards Law, addressed him with a tone which left small option as to its meaning.
"Sirrah!" cried he, "I know not who you are, but I would have a word or two of good advice for you!" "Sir, I thank you," said John Law, "but perhaps I do not need advice." He did not rise from his seat.
"Have it then at any rate, and be civil!" cried the older man.

"You seem a swaggering sort, with your talk of love and luck, and such are sure to get their combs cut early enough here among Englishmen.

I'll not tolerate your allusion to a lady you have never met, and one I honor deeply, sir, deeply!" "I am but a young man started out to seek his fortune," said John Law, his eye kindling now for the first time, "and I should do very ill if I evaded that fortune, whatsoever it may be." "Then you'll take back that talk of Mrs.Lawrence!" "I have made no talk of Mrs.Lawrence, sir," said Law, "and even had I, I should take back nothing for a demand like yours.

'Tis not meet, sir, where no offense was meant, to crowd in an offensive remark." Pembroke said nothing.

The situation was ominous enough at this point.