‘I know that you are a young ass.’
‘Really, father——’
‘Hold your tongue.’
Roger can shout also.
‘I must say, father——’
‘Be quiet, I tell you.’
It is in the middle of this competition that the lady who dotes on them both chooses to come back, still without her spectacles.
‘Oh dear! And I had hoped——Oh, John!’
Mr. Torrance would like to kick himself. ‘My fault,’ he says with a groan.
‘But whatever is the matter?’