“Tell him to go away.”
“I tole him dat, sah.”
“What then?”
“He won’t go, sah. He forced his way into the house, an’ I can’t mek him go out.”
There was a sharp exclamation, and Frank came swiftly downstairs in dressing gown and slippers. He halted near the foot of the stairs and gave the two Conrads a withering look.
“I must say that you have considerable crust to come here and force yourselves into this house!” he exclaimed, scornfully.
“Now, don’t talk like that—don’t talk like that, young man!” spluttered Darius. “We didn’t come here to be insulted. We came here on a matter of business.”
“I do not care to transact any business with you.”
“Dar!” shouted Toots, exultantly. “Didn’t I tole yeh! Dat am jes’ what I said!”
“I understand that this place is for sale,” said Conrad, ignoring Frank’s words. “If the terms are satisfactory, and if it suits me, I will buy it.”