Come, cut!" "You misunderstand me," said Eustace, with a touch of native dignity which became him very well.

"Probably we shall not meet again, and I did not wish to part in anger, that was all.

Good morning." And he bowed and left the office.
"Confound him!" muttered his uncle as the door closed, "he's a good plucked one--showed spirit.

But I'll show spirit, too.

Meeson is a man of his word.