"You've just lost your temper." Tompkins lit a cigarette with ostentatious coolness. "You're so nervous from overwork you don't know what you're saying. You're on the verge of a nervous break——"
"You get out of here!" cried Roger fiercely. "You get out of here right now—before I throw you out!"
Tompkins got angrily to his feet.
"You—you throw me out?" he cried incredulously.
They were actually moving toward each other when Gretchen stepped between them, and grabbing Tompkins's arm urged him toward the door.
"He's acting like a fool, George, but you better get out," she cried, groping in the hall for his hat.
"He insulted me!" shouted Tompkins. "He threatened to throw me out!"
"Never mind, George," pleaded Gretchen. "He doesn't know what he's saying. Please go! I'll see you at ten o'clock to-morrow."
She opened the door.
"You won't see him at ten o'clock to-morrow," said Roger steadily. "He's not coming to this house any more."