"Leave that to me," said Sir Felix, walking out of the room with much fraternal bluster. Then he went forth, and at once had himself driven to Paul Montague's lodgings. Had Hetta not been foolish enough to remind him of his duty, he would not now have undertaken the task. He too, no doubt, remembered as he went that duels were things of the past, and that even fists and sticks are considered to be out of fashion. "Montague," he said, assuming all the dignity of demeanour that his late sorrows had left to him, "I believe I am right in saying that you are engaged to marry that American lady, Mrs. Hurtle."
"Then let me tell you that you were never more wrong in your life. What business have you with Mrs. Hurtle?"
"When a man proposes to my sister, I think I've a great deal of business," said Sir Felix.

"Leave that to me," said Sir Felix, walking out of the room with much fraternal bluster. Then he had himself driven to Paul Montague's lodgings. Had Hetta not been foolish enough to remind him of his duty, he would not have done it.
"Montague," he said, with all the dignity that his late sorrows had left to him, "I believe I am right in saying that you are engaged to marry that American lady, Mrs. Hurtle."
"You were never more wrong in your life. What business have you with Mrs. Hurtle?"
"When a man proposes to my sister, I think I've a great deal of business," said Sir Felix.
