"You shall talk to 'em."
He hurried to the door, and through it on to the landing.
"Susan!—Su—san!"
Susan's voice was heard descending from above:
"Is that you calling, Joe?"
"Who did yer think it was? The Archbishop o' Canterbury or the First Lord of the Admiralty? Come you down quick, and bring Posy with you."
He stumped back into the sanctuary to confront Tomlin's scornful face.
"That the way you talk to an angry woman? Had any words with Mrs. Quinney this morning?"
"I've been talking to her and at her, off and on, ever since breakfast."
"Pore, dear soul!" ejaculated Tomlin.