Sir Percy Blakeney: [Lord Richard and Fleury are fencing heatedly. Sir Percy stops them] Gentlemen, really, really! You might have hurt one another.
Fleury: I regret that in the heat of the engagement, I forgot my duty to my so assiduous host!
[He leaves]
Sir Percy Blakeney: Fleury's a gentleman. It's always dangerous when a gentleman gets angry.
Lord Richard Hastings: You can't blame me!
Sir Percy Blakeney: Really?
Lord Richard Hastings: Well, I haven't done anything for him to get angry about!
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes: Perhaps not, but I expect he's heard the gossip.
Lord Richard Hastings: What gossip?
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes: About you and Madame Fleury.
Lord Richard Hastings: What utter nonsense! I admire her tremendously. I think she's beautiful, charming, intelligent, but that's all!
Sir Percy Blakeney: That's all?
Lord Richard Hastings: Who's been saying these things? I'll, I'll have him out! I'll challenge him!
Sir Percy Blakeney: That will be rather difficult, won't it? Considering the Prince of Wales, amongst others, expressed his disapproval.
Lord Richard Hastings: Why can't people mind their own business? I thought at least that you would understand.
Sir Percy Blakeney: Perhaps I do.
Lord Richard Hastings: No, you don't! There you sit, cool and calm in your Olympian aloofness. You don't know what it means to love!
Sir Percy Blakeney: Very well, then, let's say that, um, I do know that Madame Fleury is the wife of one of my friends and if that seems a rather old-fashioned attitude... let's say she's not worth it.
Lord Richard Hastings: I'll challenge you for that!
[Grabs Sir Percy and is pushed off him by Sir Andrew]
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes: Now, Richard, behave yourself!
Sir Percy Blakeney: I've better things to do than answer your foolish challenges. Andrew and I are going to France. Now, listen, Richard, I don't want to be a spoilsport but this isn't particularly sporting.