It was the fear of this that had kept Sir Felix away from the club. Grasslough, as he had told himself, was just the fellow to ask such a question,--ill-natured, insolent, and obtrusive. But the question demanded an answer of some kind. "Yes," said he; "a fellow attacked me in the street, coming behind me when I had a girl with me. He didn't get much the best of it though."
"Oh;--didn't he?" said Grasslough. "I think, upon the whole, you know, you're right about going abroad."
"What business is it of yours?" asked the baronet.

It was the fear of this that had kept Sir Felix away from the club.
"Yes," said he; "a fellow attacked me in the street, coming up behind me when I had a girl with me. He didn't get the best of it though."
"Oh; didn't he?" said Grasslough. "I think, upon the whole, you're right to go abroad."
"What business is it of yours?" asked the baronet. 