“What are you halloaing like that for, you ugly young bull-calf?” snarled the old fellow, shaking his stick. “Do you think I want all the people in the Buildings to come out and listen? Don’t I tell you I’m not so deaf as all that, hang you? What are you going to do with that girl?”
“Only going down into the City,” replied Tom.
“Hey?” said the old fellow.
“City!” shouted Tom.
“Oh! Does your father know you’re going with her?” cried the old fellow, with a malevolent grin beginning to overspread his countenance.
“No,” said Tom, flushing slightly; while Jessie began to look troubled.
“Hey?”
“No!” shouted Tom.
“Does her father know you’ve come?” said the old fellow, pointing at Jessie with his stick.
“No!” said Tom stoutly, and beginning to grow indignant.