"What the blazes does he mean by telling you about my affairs?
I'll punch his damned head!" "Don't," said I."Your hands are so big and he's so small.

You might hurt him." "I'd like to hurt him.

Why can't he keep his infernal tongue quiet ?" He proceeded to wither up the soul of Arbuthnot with awful anathema.
Then in his infantile way he shouted: "I didn't want any of you to know anything about it." "Why ?" I asked.
"Because I didn't." "But I suppose you wanted to go to Persia ?" He paused in his lumbering walk about the little room and collecting a litter of books and papers and a hat or two and a legging from a sofa, pitched it into a corner.
"Here.

Sit down." I had been warming my back at the fire hitherto and surveying the half-formal, half-unkempt sitting-room.

It was by no means the comfortable home from Harrod's Stores that Barbara had prescribed; and he had not attempted to furnish it in slap-up style with the heads of game and skins and modern weapons which lay in the London Repository.