Then he rang the bell.
"I've smashed a dirty glass," he said, as the bar-man entered.

"How much ?" The man told him, and the captain, after a few stern remarks about privacy and harpies, left the room with his friends, leaving the speechless Mr.Kybird gazing at the broken glass and returning evasive replies to the inquiries of the curious Charles.
He finished his gin and water slowly.

For months he had been screwing up his courage to carry that room by assault, and this was the result.

He had been insulted almost in the very face of Charles, a youth whose reputation as a gossip was second to none in Sunwich.
"Do you know what I should do if I was you ?" said that worthy, as he entered the room again and swept up the broken glass.
"I do not," said Mr.Kybird, with lofty indifference.
"I shouldn't come 'ere again, that's what I should do," said Charles, frankly.

"Next time he'll throw you in the fireplace." "Ho," said the heated Mr.Kybird.