Then Milord called him a cheat, and without a word Monsieur Callow knocked him down.

The police came, and Monsieur Callow knocked _him_ down.

Then he put on his hat and walked, and I never saw him more.

He always said he would go to sea, and I think he would keep his word.

Ah, a telegram! 'Tis long since telegrams came to my hotel.