"Indeed not," Didymus answered with another indignant sniff, when the knave asked if he were rabid. One need not be rabid in order to dislike a ruffian. And he had done something to get Didymus in a biting mood, though he had enough manners to suggest they take their duel outside, if it came to that.
He did not fail to notice the knave did not introduce himself, either, as was proper. But that was quite all right. Didymus knew his type, and that was all he needed to know.
"I know not how to explain in relation to this place," he answered, turning another page in the directory with an air of unconcern. No Sarahs listed there, either, but he was beginning to hope there wouldn't be. Not with this ruffian sniffing around. The Lady Sarah was far too sweet to be sullied by such as he.