If he's Mills's darling--" Neil pushed back his chair, and rose to his feet with blazing eyes.
"Kindly get out of here," he said.

"I've had enough of your insults.
This is my room; please leave it!" Cowan stared a moment in surprise, hesitated, threw a glance of inquiry at Paul's troubled and averted face, and slid from the table.
"Of course you can put me out of your room," he sneered.

"For that matter, I'm glad to leave it.

I did think, though, that part of the shop was Paul's, but I dare say he has to humor you." "The room's as much mine as his," said Paul, "and I want you to stay in it." He looked defiantly over at his friend.

Neil had not bargained for a quarrel with Paul, but was too incensed to back down.
"And I say you sha'n't stay," he declared.