"Mr. Deaves decided that they were bluffing this time," said Evan.
"You advised me!" said Deaves.
"Certainly" said Evan. "That's all I can do. The decision rests with you."
"Why wasn't I consulted?" cried Maud.
And so the storm raged up and down. Evan devoutly wished himself some place else.
"Knowing your father's propensity for disgracing us I don't believe it's a bluff!" cried Maud.
"Disgracing you!" retorted the old man. "Whose money paid for those gew-gaws?"
"Must I stand here to be insulted in the presence of my husband!"
"Papa, be quiet!"
"Disgracing you? Where would you all be, but for this disgraceful old man I'd like to know!"