My last word to you is, that you are--a liar. Now for the present you can go. Ten minutes since, had I had a weapon in my hand I should have shot another man."
Paul Montague, as he looked round the room for his hat, could not but think that perhaps Mrs. Hurtle might have had some excuse. It seemed at any rate to be her custom to have a pistol with her,--though luckily, for his comfort, she had left it in her bedroom on the present occasion. "I will say good-bye to you," he said, when he had found his hat.

You are a liar. Now go. Had I had a weapon in my hand I should have used it."
Paul Montague felt that perhaps Mrs. Hurtle might have had some excuse. "I will say good-bye to you," he said.
