"Um," David said numbly.
"And last night I laid down for you the rule that you were to have no women here."
David said nothing at all.
"Yet even before we've dressed this morning, you manage to worm an infernal woman in here and—what the devil do you mean by it, anyway, you infernal little whelp?" Anthony cried, as his temper snapped. "Don't sit there and shiver! Answer me!"
Still David said nothing.
"Answer or I'll shake some wits into you!" Anthony cried.
And by way of doing this he seized David's thick brown hair and gave a first, threatening shake.
And having shaken—Anthony Fry, the chilly and self-contained, emitted one rattling, half-shrieking gasp and reeled backward!