However--" The carter had heard quite enough.

Sir Timothy's tone seemed to madden him.

He clenched his fist and rushed in.
"You take that for interferin', you big toff!" he shouted.
The result of the man's effort at pugilism was almost ridiculous.

His arms appeared to go round like windmills beating the air.

It really seemed as though he had rushed upon the point of Sir Timothy's knuckles, which had suddenly shot out like the piston of an engine.