“If you had spoken to me in the proper manner we might have gone away and found quarters elsewhere. But we intend to stay here and we will repay your abuse with good manners.”
Dick saw the daughter flush, but the old man said:
“Then it will be the first time that good manners were ever brought from the country north of the Mason and Dixon line.”
Colonel Winchester flushed in his turn, but made no direct reply.
“If you will assign us rooms, Miss Woodville,” he said, “we will go to them, otherwise we'll find them for ourselves, which may be less convenient for you. I repeat that we desire to give you as little trouble as possible.”
“Do so, Margaret,” interrupted Colonel Woodville, “because then I may get rid of them all the sooner.”
Colonel Winchester bowed and turned toward the door. Miss Woodville, obedient to the command of her father, led the way. Dick was the last to go out, and he said to the old lion who lay wounded in the bed:
“Colonel Woodville, I've met your nephew, Victor.”
He did not notice that the old man whitened and that the hand now lying upon the cover clenched suddenly.
“You have?” growled Colonel Woodville, “and how does it happen that you and my nephew have anything in common?”