The next moment he felt as if two grapnels made of steel had fastened themselves on his shoulders and as if a weight of irresistible power was pressing him down, down on to his knees. His legs shook under him, his bones seemed literally to be cracking beneath that iron grip, and he had not the power to turn round in order to see who his assailant was. The attack had taken him wholly by surprise and it was only when his knees finally gave way under him, and he too was down on the ground, licking the dust of the floor--as he had forced the wretched girl to do--that he had a moment's respite from that cruel pressure and was able to turn in the direction whence it had come. Diogenes with those wide shoulders of his squared out to their full breadth, legs apart and arms crossed over his mighty chest was standing over him, his eyes aflame and his moustache bristling till it stood out like the tusks of a boar. "Dondersteen!" he exclaimed as he watched the other man's long, lean figure thus sprawling on the ground, "this is a pretty pass to which to bring this highly civilized and cultured country. Men are beginning to browbeat and strike the women now! Dondersteen!" Stoutenburg, whose vocabulary of oaths was at least as comprehensive as that of any foreign adventurer, had--to its accompaniment--struggled at last to his feet. "You ..." he began as soon as he had partially recovered his breath. But Diogenes putting up his hand hastily interrupted him: "Do not speak just now, mynheer," he said with his wonted good-humour. "Were you to speak now, I feel that your words would not be characterized by that dignity and courtesy which one would expect from so noble a gentleman." "Smeerlap!--" began Stoutenburg once more. "There now," rejoined the other with imperturbable bonhomie, "what did I tell you? Believe me, sir, 'tis much the best to be silent if pleasant words fail to reach one's lips." "A truce on this nonsense," quoth Stoutenburg hotly, "you took me unawares--like a coward...." "Well said, mynheer! Like a coward--that is just how I took you--in the act of striking a miserable atom of humanity--who is as defenceless as a sparrow." "'Tis ludicrous indeed to see a man of your calling posing as the protector of women," retorted Stoutenburg with a sneer. "But enough of this. You find me unarmed at this moment, else you had already paid for this impudent interference." "I thank you, sir," said Diogenes as he swept the Lord of Stoutenburg a deep, ironical bow, "I thank you for thus momentarily withholding chastisement from my unworthiness. When may I have the honour of calling on your Magnificence in order that you might mete unto me the punishment which I have so amply deserved?"