"I didn't come here to be insulted," he declared in his loftiest manner.
Madame Fontaine secured the poison in the cupboard without noticing him, and made him more angry than ever.
"Take back your new gloves," he cried, "I don't want them!" He rolled up his gloves, and threw them at her.

"I wish I could throw all the cake I've eaten after them!" he burst out fervently.
He delivered this aspiration with an emphatic stamp of his foot.

The hysterical excitement in Madame Fontaine forced its way outwards under a new form.

She burst into a frantic fit of laughter.

"You curious little creature," she said; "I didn't mean to offend you.