You have--if you will permit me to say it in my own house--behaved more like a brute than a father.

I told you so the night you turned him out in the rain for me to take care of, and I told you so again at the club when you tried to make a laughing-stock of him before your friends--and now I tell you so once more! Come!--let us drop the subject--what may I offer you to drink ?--you must be rather chilled with your ride in." Rutter was about to flare out a denial when his better judgment got the best of him; some other tactics than the ones he had used must be brought into play.

So far he had made but little headway against Temple's astounding coolness.
"And I am to understand, then, that you are going to keep him here ?" he demanded, ignoring both his host's criticisms and his proffered hospitality.
"I certainly am"-- he was abreast of him now, his eyes boring into his--"just as long as he wishes to stay, which I hope will be all his life, or until you have learned to be decent to him.

And by decency, I mean companionship, and love, and tenderness--three things which your damned, high-toned notions have always deprived him of!" His voice was still under control, although the emphasis was unmistakable.
Rutter made a step forward, his eyes flashing, his teeth set: "You have the impertinence, sir, to charge me with----" "-- Yes!--and it's true and you know it's true!"-- the glance, steady as a rifle, had not wavered.

"No, you needn't work yourself up into a passion--and as for your lordly, dictatorial airs, I am past the age when they affect me--keep them for your servants.