"I for one have said nothing for half an hour except that I liked the singing of that girl with black hair." "Well, there you are again!" said Syme indignantly.

"My aunt's was red." "It seems to me," said the other, "that you are simply seeking a pretext to insult the Marquis." "By George!" said Syme, facing round and looking at him, "what a clever chap you are!" The Marquis started up with eyes flaming like a tiger's.
"Seeking a quarrel with me!" he cried.

"Seeking a fight with me! By God! there was never a man who had to seek long.

These gentlemen will perhaps act for me.

There are still four hours of daylight.