noon
`` Give you a good night , Sir Rowland , '' Mr. Wilding called after him . `` Walters , you rascal , light Sir Rowland to the door . '' Poor Blake went home deeply vexed ; but it was no more than the beginning of his humiliation at Mr. Wilding 's hands -- for what can be more humiliating to a quarrel -- seeking man than to have his enemy refuse to treat him seriously ? He and Mr. Wilding met next morning , and before noon the tale of it had run through Bridgwater that Wild Wilding was at his tricks again . It made a pretty story how twice he had disarmed and each time spared the London beau , who still insisted -- each time more furiously -- upon renewing the encounter , till Mr. Wilding had been forced to run him through the sword-arm and thus put him out of all case of continuing . It was a story that heaped ridicule upon Sir Rowland and did credit to Mr. Wilding . Richard heard it , and trembled , enraged and impotent .