"Mr. Tubbs! I've been insulted!"
Mr. Tubbs's head instantly became as red as one of his own blood beets.
"Who is the miscreant?" he yelled, jumping up.
"A young man who sat next to me in the omnibus."
"Describe him!"
"Dark hair and eyes, with a black stock, light waistcoat, dark-colored coat and pantaloons—"
"Which way did he go?" interrupted Mr. Tubbs.
"Into the hourly office."
"'Tis well! Mrs. T., I'll have his heart's blood!"
"Now, T., be calm!" interposed his better half.