Jules Verne

“ Cascabel spent! His anger could not cool down! He, touched in his honor, touched in the person of his hero! Insulted by an Englishman! He would go to him, he would fight him, he would fight all his companions, and all the knaves of Knaves' Village! And his children were but too ready to go and back him. Clovy himself talked of nothing short of eating an Englishman's nose,—unless it were his ear!
In truth, Cornelia found it no easy task to calm down all her enraged folks. In her heart, she knew that all the wrong was on Sir Edward Turner's side ”

“ By four o'clock, the dogs, the monkey and the parrot, the husband, the sons and the daughter, were all secured inside the Fair Rambler, and Cornelia took a seat by the front railing. Then, as soon as Clovy and the guide were ready at the horses' heads, the signal was given for the start.
A quarter of an hour later Knaves' Village had disappeared behind the curtain of tall trees with which it was encircled. It was scarcely daylight. All was silence. Not a living soul was to be seen along the vast plain that stretched forth toward the North. ”

“ Cascabel, warming up despite his intention to keep cool, “that what you say there is unworthy of a gentleman!”
“Still, what I say is the only answer that one of your sort deserves.”
“I speak politely, sir,—you prove yourself but a cad.”
“I advise you to take care, you who bandy words with Sir Edward Turner.”
Mr. Cascabel filled with passion; with blanched cheeks, eyes aglow, and clenched fists, he was stepping up to the baronet, when Napoleona stood by him:
“Father, do come!” said she. “Mamma wants you!”
Cornelia had sent her daughter to fetch Mr. Cascabel home to the Fair Rambler. ”