First, back in 2003, Bristol witnessed Uncle Mike shoot a Taser gun at her cousin, Payton.
But Payton had met his man too often on the green to be taken by surprise.
Payton retorted with a sneer, "but it would clean your honour!"
Payton, with his mouth open, glared at the speaker in a manner that at another time must have provoked him to laughter.
Payton turned to the table, and, with an unsteady hand, filled a glass.
Mr. Payton hesitated, giving the command to slow up, nevertheless.
Payton, who had frowned at the name, reddened at the question.
She fled swiftly, but the garden gate had barely closed on her skirts before Payton issued from the courtyard.
After all, it was perhaps as well, he reflected, that Payton had come.
Payton rejoined, laying his hand on a glass and speaking in a towering rage.