"What!" he said, "won't you fight me like a man? You know I won't strike you while you stand so."
"Go away, Adam/' said Arthur, "I don't want to fight you."
"No," said Adam, bitterly; "you don't want to fight me,—you think I'm a common man, as you can injure without answering for it,"
"I never meant to injure you," said Arthur, with returning anger. "I didn't know you loved her."
"But you've made her love you," said Adam. "You're a double-faced man—I'll never believe a word you say again."
"Go away, I tell you," said Arthur angrily, "or we shall both repent."
"No," said Adam, with a convulsed voice, "I swear I won't go away without fighting you. Do you want provoking any more? I tell you you're a coward and a scoundrel, and I despise you."
The colour had all rushed back to Arthur's face: in a moment his white right hand was clenched, and dealt a blow like lightning, which sent Adam staggering backward. His blood was as thoroughly up as Adam's now, and the two men, forgetting the emotions that had gone before, fought with the in-
