“Silence!”
“And made the garden what it is—”
“Silence!” said Uncle Richard, more sternly.
“And if Master Tom’s been telling you a pack o’ lies about me—”
“Silence, man!” cried Uncle Richard angrily.
“Why, all I’ve got to say is—”
“Will you hold your tongue, sir? My nephew has not even accused you. He has merely told me his own version of the accident.”
“Oh!” said David, looking from one to the other, thoroughly taken aback.
“Now give me your account, sir,” continued Uncle Richard.
David threw in a few pieces of ornamentation about his narrative, but its essence was precisely the same as Tom’s.