"Ha—hew (Heinrich), sorry, my German is not that good. Is that how you pronounce your name? It sounds almost the same as calling a donkey."
"What?! You damned British Jew, how dare you call me that!"
Soon, the argument outside the door turned into the sound of scuffling, followed by the voice of Great Dumas trying to mediate.
"Gentlemen, this is a university campus, and engaging in a brawl here is far too unseemly! A duel is a more elegant affair, so if you truly wish to settle this, at least get yourselves some swords first, no?"
"What a load of nonsense about being proper! I've only left Gottingen for seven or eight years, has the university already enacted laws banning duels?"
Though Arthur didn't witness the fight, even through the door, he could deduce from the sound of fists meeting flesh that the two Jewish friends were indeed using all their strength, fighting as if their lives depended on it.
