Dr. Bulling, who, more for his great wealth and his large social connection than for his professional standing, had been invited, was present with Foxmore, Smead, and others who followed him about applauding his coarse jokes and accepting his favours. The dinner was purely informal in character, the menu well chosen, the wines abundant, and the drinking hard enough with some, with the result that as the dinner neared its end the men, and especially the group about Bulling, became more and more hilarious. Barney, who was drinking water and keeping his hand upon Drake's wineglass, found his attention divided between his conversation with Trent and the talk of Bulling, who, with his friends, sat across the table. As this group became more boisterous, they absorbed to themselves the attention of the whole company. Conscious of the prestige his wealth and social position accorded him, and inflamed by the wine he was drinking, Bulling became increasingly offensive. The talk degenerated. The stories and songs became more and more coarse in tone. It was Barney's first experience of a dinner of this kind, and it filled him with disgust and horror. Even Trent, by no means inexperienced in these matters, was disgusted with Bulling's tone.
Following Barney's glances and aware of his wandering attention, he was about to propose a breakup of the party when he was arrested by a look of rigid and eager attention upon the face of his friend.
"Disgusting brute!" said Trent, in a low voice.
But Barney heeded him not. His attention was concentrated upon Bulling. He had his glass in his hand.
"Here's to the Lane!" he was saying, "the sweetest little Lane in all the world!"
"She's divine!" replied Foxmore. "And what a voice! She'll make Canada famous some day. Where did you discover her, Bulling?"
"In church," replied Bulling solemnly, to the uproarious delight of his followers. "That's right," he continued, "heard her sing, set things in motion, and now she's the leading voice in the cathedral.
Introduced her to a few people, and there she is, the finest thing in her line in the city! Yes, and some day on the continent! A dear, sweet little lane it is," he continued in a tone of affectionate proprietorship that made Barney grind his teeth in furious rage.
"That she is," said Smead enthusiastically, "and thoroughly straight, too!"
"Oh," said Foxmore, "there's no lane but has a turning. And trust Bulling," he added coarsely, "for finding it out."
"Well," said Bulling, with a knowing smile, "this little Lane is straight. Of course there may be a slight deflection. Nature's lines run in curves, you know." And again his wit provoked applauding laughter. But before the laughter had quite faded out a voice was heard, clear and cutting.
"Dr. Bulling, you are a base liar!" The words were plainly audible to every man in the room. A dead silence fell upon the company.
"What?" said the doctor, sitting up straight, as if he had not heard aright.
"I say you are a cowardly liar!"
"What the deuce do you mean?"
"You have just made an insinuation against the honour of a young lady. I say again you are a mean and cowardly liar. I want you to say so."
For a moment or two Bulling's surprise kept him silent.
"Quite right," said Trent. "Beastly cad!"
Then Dr. Bulling broke forth. "You impertinent young cub! What do you mean?"
For answer, Barney seized Drake's wineglass, half full of wine, and flung glass and contents full in Bulling's face. In an instant every man was on his feet. Above the din rose Foxmore's voice.
"Give it to him Bulling! Give it to the young prig!"
"No hurry about this, boys," said Bulling quietly; "I'll make him eat his words before he's half an hour older."
Meantime **** was entreating his brother. "Let me at him. He's a great knocker. Held the 'varsity championship. You don't know anything about it. Let me at him, Barney. I can do him up." **** had been 'varsity champion in his own time. But Barney put **** aside with quiet, stern words.
"Don't interfere, ****. No matter what happens, don't interfere to-night. I won't have it, ****, remember. It may take us an hour or it may take all night, but he'll say he lied before I'm through with him."
Meantime the men, and chief among them Trent, were seeking to appease the doctor and to patch up the peace.
"If he apologizes I shall let the young cub off," were the doctor's terms.
"If he says he lied," was Barney's condition.
"Don't disturb yourselves, gentlemen," said Bulling; "it will not take more than two minutes, and then we can finish our smoke."
The moment they stood facing each other Barney rushed, only to receive a heavy blow which hurled him backward. It was plain he knew nothing of the game. It was equally plain that the doctor was entirely master of it. Again and again Barney rushed in wildly, the doctor easily blocking, avoiding and sending in killing blows, till at length bloody, dazed, panting, Barney had to lean against his friends to recover his wind and strength. Opposite him, cool, smiling, and untouched, stood his adversary.
"This is easy, boys," he smiled. "Now, you young whipper-snapper," he continued, addressing Barney, "perhaps you've had enough. Let me tell you, it's time for you to quit fooling, or, by the Eternal, I'll send you to sleep!" As he spoke he closed his teeth with a savage snap.
"Will you say you're a liar?" said Barney, facing his opponent again, and disregarding ****'s entreaties and warnings.
"Ah, quit it!" said the doctor contemptuously, "Come along, you fool, if you must have it!"
Once more Barney rushed. As he did so Bulling stopped him with a heavy left-hander on the face which sent him reeling backward, quickly following with his right and again with a last terrific blow upon the jaw of his dazed and reeling victim. Barney fell with a crash upon the floor, and lay quiet. With a cry **** sprang at Bulling, but half a dozen men pulled him off.
"Let him come," said Bulling, with a laugh, "I've a very fine assortment of the same kind. Families supplied on reasonable terms."
