Then Mr. Pelz came down with crashing fist that shattered an opalescent wine-glass and sent a great stain sprawling over the cloth.
"By God, I'll kill him first! The dirty hou—"
"Pelz, for God's sake, control yourself!"
'I'll kill him, I tell you, Feist!"
"Roody!"
"You can't scare me that way, dad. I'm no baby to be hollered at like that. I love Lester Spencer, and I'm going to marry him!"
"I'll kill him; I'll—"
"Roody, Roody, for God's sake! 'Sh-h-h, the servants! Williams, close quick all the doors. Roody, for my sake, if not your child's! Mr. Feist, please—please make him, Mr. Feist!"
"Pelz, for God's sake, man, get yourself together! Excitement won't get you anywheres. Calm down. Be human."
Then Mr. Pelz sat down again, but trembling and swallowing back with difficulty. "She got me wild, Feist. You must excuse me. She got me wild —my little girl—my little flower—"