I'll show him.
I know what he wants, and that's the other fourth of my mine." He thumped the table viciously.

"He'll pay for all he gets from _me_, I'll tell you that." Mr.Wyatt was ushered in; irreproachable, flawless, exquisite.

("It's him!" breathed Loring.) He remained standing, hat in hand, fitted his glass with vacuous care and surveyed the room with deliberately insolent scrutiny.

Thompson kept his seat, fairly prickling with antagonism.

The others rose with exemplary good breeding.
"Aw!" said the newcomer, after an eloquent pause.
"Mistah--er--Townsend, cawn I have a few moments of quite pwivate convehsation with you ?" "No, you cawnt!" retorted Thompson truculently.