'You - you're trying to get out of this, sir,' said the doctor angrily. 'You are a coward - a liar - a - a - will nothing make you agree to fight me, sir!'

'Oh! I see,' said the stranger, almost as if speaking to someone else, 'the drink is too strong here. The barman was too generous - very foolish - very. Lemonade is much better - these are hot rooms and you are an elderly gentlemen - you will suffer for it in the morning - it's cruel - cruel;' and he moved away a step or two.

'You are staying at the hotel here, Sir,' said the furious little man; 'you have drunk too much to fight now, Sir; but you shall hear from me in the morning, sir. I shall find you, sir; I shall find you.'

'I would rather you found me out than found me at home,' replied the stranger calmly.

Doctor Slammer looked at him with with a very angry expression, and banged his hat onto his head with his fist. The stranger and Mr Tupman went back to Mr Tupman's bedroom to return the borrowed dinner clothers of the unconscious Winkle. That gentleman was fast asleep; so the clothes were quickly put back. The stranger was relaxed and joking. Mr Tracy Tupman, who was completely confused by the wine, the lights, and the ladies, thought it had all been very amusing.