First Jeffreys had to get himself dried off, and to summon his own sizar to dress his hair and get his clothes on – a gentleman could not go and visit the Justice of the Peace in a disheveled state. Meanwhile Daniel had to sit in his chamber with Comstock, who bustled about and cleaned the place with more diligence than he had ever shown before. Since Daniel was not in a talkative mood, Roger Comstock filled in the silences. 'Louis Anglesey, Earl of Upnor – pushes a sword like a demon, doesn't he? You'd never guess he's only fourteen! It's because he and Monmouth and all that lot spent the Interregnum in Paris, taking their pushing-lessons at the Academy of Monsieur du Plessis, near the Palais Cardinal. They learned a very French conception of honor there, and haven't quite adjusted to England yet – they'll challenge a man to a duel at the slightest offence – real or phant'sied. Oh, now, don't look so stricken, Mr. Waterhouse – remember that if that fellow he was duelling with is found, and is found to be dead, and his injuries found to be the cause of his death, and those injuries are found to've been inflicted by My Lord Upnor, and not in a duel per se but in an unprovoked assault, and if a jury can be persuaded to overlook the faults in your account – in a word, if he is successfully prosecuted for this hypothetical murder – then you won't have to worry about it! After all, if he's guilty, then he can't very well claim you've dishonored him with the accusation, can he? Nice and tidy, Mr. Waterhouse. Some of his friends might be quite angry with you, I'll admit – oh, no, Mr. Waterhouse, I didn't mean it in the way you think. I am not your enemy – remember, I am of the Golden, not the Silver, Comstocks.'