Why I know not...

but he hates him..

and means that great harm shall come to Sir Percy through this absurd duel....

Oh! Lady Blakeney, do not let him go...

I entreat you, do not let him go!" But Marguerite proudly drew back a step or two, away from the reach of those hands, stretched out towards her in such vehement appeal.
"You are overwrought, Mademoiselle," she said coldly.