“You can bark away,” cried Mendel, “but you must not complain if a man loses patience with you and kicks you back into your kennel.”
“Just listen to the boy!” cried Oliver. “Success has turned his pretty little head. Just listen to him teaching the critics their business!”
Mendel gave her a furious look of contempt and left the room and the house. Logan came running after him.
“I say, old man,” he said, “you mustn’t mind what she says. Those damn fools have stuffed her head up with their nonsense and she hasn’t the brains of a louse.”
“If it was my house, I would kick them out.”
“They are good fellows enough.”
“Good fellows! When they make her more idiotic and blatant than she is!”
“I can’t think what made you so angry. There was nothing to flare up about. You are so touchy.”
Mendel was walking at a furious pace. Logan was out of condition and had to beg him to go more slowly.