“You’re just a liar to say that! And you can’t say such things in my room. This is my room; I pay for it. And you can be respectful to me here, or you can go.”
Kirby did not betray his anger. He concentrated it and went on: “I beg your pardon.”
In a voice as soft as oil he asked:
“Did you see Delaher?”
“Yes, I did, and he’s a rough-neck.”
“Well?”
“None of your business!”
“None of my business, eh?” Kirby said, with a bitter intonation.
“Leave my room,” Becky said.
“No, I’ll not leave your room.”