He dragged his father by the legs, and then set him on his feet again with a vigorous pull.
"Haven't you got tired of thrusting your eye into every little hole and cranny? I'm getting quite weary of seeing you poking about in every chink and crevice in the house."
Fouan, annoyed at having been discovered, looked his son in the eyes, and cried in a sudden burst of anger:
"Give them back to me!"
"Hold your jaw!" roared Buteau in his face.
"Well, I'm made too wretched here. I shall go away."
"All right! Off you go, then, and a pleasant journey to you! And if ever you come back here you'll show that you've got no spirit!"
As he spoke, he seized his father by the arm, and thrust him out of the house.