"Well, I was riled, and didn't think of that."
"But do you mean to deny your own words?"
"Really, Roberts, you seem to forget that I don't enjoy setting the place by the ears, although you seem to."
"You wrote that poem?"
"Of course I wrote the damned thing," said Dale peevishly.
"And now—Bannister, you're not going to—to throw us over?"
"Nonsense! I like to publish my views at my own time and place, that's all."
"A man like you belongs to his followers as much as to himself."
"More, it seems."
The Doctor looked at him almost scornfully. Dale did not like scorn from anyone.