Cheesacre sat for some time silent, blowing out huge clouds of smoke while he meditated a little plan. "I'll tell you what it is, Bellfield," he said at last. "She's nothing to you, and if you won't mind it, I'll go. Mrs. Jones shall get you anything you like for dinner,--and,--and--I'll stand you a bottle of the '34 port!"
But Captain Bellfield was not going to put up with this. He had not sold himself altogether to work Mr. Cheesacre's will. "No, old fellow," said he; "that cock won't fight. She has asked me to dine with her on Saturday, and I mean to go. I don't intend that she shall think that I'm afraid of her,--or of you either."
"You don't;--don't you?"

Cheesacre sat for some time silent and meditating a little plan. "I'll tell you what, Bellfield," he said at last. "She's nothing to you, and if you won't mind staying here, I'll go. Mrs. Jones shall get you anything you like for dinner - and - and I'll stand you a bottle of the '34 port!"
But Captain Bellfield was not going to put up with this. "No, old fellow. She has asked me to dine with her on Saturday, and I mean to go."
