“That is surely not your business,” Margaret answered.
“I’ll make it my business. It concerns me. Isn’t it all about me? Eh?”
“No.”
“Isn’t it? I’ll soon see. Now then, Pilly. Hand over.”
“Leave Edward alone,” said Margaret. “The letter’s a private letter to myself. I prefer that you shall not read it, Stukeley.”
“Shall not. Eh? Blood. Eh? Shall not. Give it to me, Pilly.”
“Sit down, Stukeley,” said Margaret.
“Don’t you touch me, Stukeley,” said Perrin.
“Give me that letter.” He was within snatching distance; but Perrin twisted aside, so that he missed his mark. He sprawled across Perrin trying to reach his outstretched hand.
“Get out, you beast,” said Perrin, thrusting with his elbow.