At that same moment Mr.Wilding lounged forward, flicking the grass with his whip in an absent manner.
"Mr.Vallancey," he began, when Trenchard turned to interrupt him.
"You can leave it safely to me, Tony," he growled.

"But there is something I wish to say, Nick," answered Mr.Wilding, his manner mild.
"By your leave, then." And he turned again to Valiancey.

"Will you be so good as to call Mr.Westmacott hither ?" Vallancey stared.

"For what purpose, sir ?" he asked.
"For my purpose," answered Mr.Wilding sweetly.

"It is no longer my wish to engage with Mr.Westmacott.
"Anthony!" cried Trenchard, and in his amazement forgot to swear.
"I propose," added Mr.Wilding, "to relieve Mr.Westmacott of the necessity of fighting." Vallancey in his heart thought this might be pleasant news for his principal.