"I'm just as sick of all this as a man can be," said Mr. Ruggles, who was sitting low in his chair, with his back bent, and his head forward. "I won't put up with it no more."
"Who wants you to put up with it?" said Ruby. "Who wants 'em to come here with their trash? Who brought 'em to-night? I don't know what business Mr. Mixet has interfering along o' me. I never interfere along o' him."
"John Crumb, have you anything to say?" asked the old man.
Then John Crumb slowly arose from his chair, and stood up at his full height. "I hove," said he, swinging his head to one side.
"Then say it."
"I will," said he. He was still standing bolt upright with his hands down by his side. Then he stretched out his left to his glass which was half full of beer, and strengthened himself as far as that would strengthen him. Having done this he slowly deposited the pipe which he still held in his right hand.
"Now speak your mind, like a man," said Mixet.
"I intends it," said John. But he still stood dumb, looking down upon old Ruggles, who from his crouched position was looking up at him. Ruby was standing with both her hands upon the table and her eyes intent upon the wall over the fire-place.
"You've asked Miss Ruby to be your wife a dozen times;—haven't you, John?" suggested Mixet.
"I hove."