“Sir,” burst forth Ri, “you are a thundering liar! Is this your marriage notice?”
The Baron changed his tactics.
“Yes!” he declared.
Eleanor screamed.
“Don't fuss, Eleanor,” said her father kindly. “That ain't true, anyhow. Why, the day before yesterday he was throwing that darned hammer.”
“Which came down last night in our yard with the head burst!” added Ri contemptuously. “Found you out there too!”
“Is that so!” exclaimed his father.
“That is so, sir!”
The three looked at him, and it was hard to say whether indignation or contempt was more prominent in their faces. This was more than he could endure.
“I vill not be so looked at!” he cried; “I vill leave you!”