"Hanging back, are you?" said the Viscount, thrusting Mr. Fox aside. "Well, you won´t wear that hat again!" With which he plucked the straw confection from Mr. Drelincourt´s head and casting it on the floor ground his heel in it.
Mr Drelincourt, who had borne with tolerable composure the insult of a glass of wine thrown in his face, gave a shriek of rage, and clapped his hands to his head. "My wig! My hat! My god, it passes all bounds! You´ll meet me for this, my lord! I say you shall meet me for this!"
Okay, I´m taking it back. The wigs are essential for the plot ;D
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