\"No，itisn\'t。It\'saninvitationtofight。\"
\"Butwhatthedevildoyouwanttofightwithmefor？\"Sheldon\'sirritationwasgrowingattheother\'spersistence。\"I\'venoquarrelwithyou。Andwhatquarrelcanyouhavewithme？Ihaveneverinterferedwithyou。Youweremyguest。MissLacklandismypartner。Ifyousawfittomakelovetoher，andsomehowfailedtosucceed，whyshouldyouwanttofightwithme？Thisisthetwentiethcentury，mydearfellow，andduellingwentoutoffashionbeforeyouandIwereborn。\"
\"Youbegantherow，\"Tudordoggedlyasserted。\"Yougavemetounderstandthatitwastimeformetogo。Youfiredmeoutofyourhouse，inshort。AndthenyouhavethecheektowanttoknowwhyI
amstartingtherow。Itwon\'tdo，Itellyou。Youstartedit，andIamgoingtoseeitthrough。\"
Sheldonsmiledtolerantlyandproceededtolightacigarette。ButTudorwasnottobeturnedaside。