But the admonitions to Jack to tell Beverley how in a rage Bob is are too fun.
Acres: If Beverley should ask you what kind of a man your friend Acres is, do tell him I am a devil of a fellow — will you, Jack?
Jack: To be sure I shall. I’ll say you are a determined dog —hey, Bob?
Acres: Ah, do, do — and if that frightens him, egad, perhaps he mayn’t come. So tell him I generally kill a man a week; will you, Jack?
Jack: I will, I will; I’ll say you are called in the country Fighting Bob.
Acres: Right — right — ’tis all to prevent mischief; for I don’t want to take his life if I clear my honour.
Jack: No! — that’s very kind of you.
Acres: Why, you don’t wish me to kill him — do you, Jack?
Jack: No, upon my soul, I do not. But a devil of a fellow, hey?
Acres: True, true — but stay — stay Jack, — you may add, that you never saw me in such a rage before — a most devouring rage!
Jack: I will, I will.
Acres: Remember, Jack — a determined dog!
Jack: Ay, ay, Fighting Bob!
Hysterical! Sounds like Bob's blood has cooled a bit, and he's hoping to scare off Beverley and avoid the duel altogether. The very image of dear Bob killing a man a week makes me smile. Especially if he's still wearing his macaroni outfit... Quite the determined dog! ;-)