"I advise you not to be; you don't look handsome," said Verty."
"Sir!" cried Mr. Jinks.
Verty's face assumed an expression of mild inquiry.
"Will you fight?"
"Yes," said Verty, "but you ought not to fight with that old sword.
It's too long, and besides it would frighten old Scowley—"
"Sir!" cried Mr. Jinks, ferociously.
"And I know Miss Sallianna would scream," said Verty. "I would'nt mind that, though—I would'nt—for I don't like her—she told me a story!"
Mr. Jinks flashed out his sword, and brandished it around his head.
"Oh, me! you've been scrubbing it!" said Verty, laughing.
To describe the terrific rage of Mr. Jinks at this disregard of himself, his threats and weapon, would be utterly impossible.