"You should know how I dare, sir, considering I am your grandson."
"I'll have you thrown out of the house."
George rose. "I am willing to leave you, sir, if that is the tone you take. But as to being thrown out, that is quite another question."
"Do you know who I am?" questioned the other, blustering.
"Very well. You are the man who is keeping me out of my rights."
"I am not!"
"I say you are."
The two faced one another without blenching. Derrington tried to cow George, and George refused to be cowed. It was the old lord's eyes which fell first. Brendon had youth as well as will on his side, and these dominated Derrington. For the first time in his tyrannical life he gave way.
"There is no need for you to go yet," he grunted, flinging himself into a seat. "I am willing to hear what you have to say."
Brendon sat down also. "I don't think I have any more to say."