Why do people ask you to their houses and then ill-treat you?
Damn them!' Meanwhile, Lord Findon had had a few whispered words with his daughter in an inner room.
'My dear!'-- throwing up his hands--'a _barbarian_! Can't have him here again.' 'Mr.Fenwick, papa ?' 'Of course.

Cuningham ought to have warned me.

However, I suppose I brought it on myself.

I do these rash things, and must pay for them.
He was so rude to De Chailles that I have had to apologise.' 'Poor papa! Where is he ?' 'In the other room--looking at things.

Better leave him alone.' 'Oh no; he'll feel himself neglected.' 'Well, let him.