The Honour of His House by Fred M. White

There was no mistaking the meaning of Sherringborne's words. He rose from his chair and held out his hand with the air of a man who is regretfully parting with a pleasant acquaintance.

But Saltburn was not in a responsive mood. He stood doggedly there, his legs planted wide apart, a figure of sullen resolution. He had made up his mind at last. He knew now that he had been mistaken in Sherringborne's character. He knew now that he had to deal with one quite as clever, and a great deal more subtle than himself. But it was not the slightest use trying to fight Sherringborne with a rapier! This was when the broadsword called for free play. And as the challenge was evidently on Sherringborne's side, then it was with Saltburn to choose the lethal tool which suited his style of fight.