"Suppose I was, is it any business of yours?"
"The dog doesn't belong to you, Mr. Craven. It belongs to Master Frank."
"I don't think it expedient for him to keep such an ill-natured brute around."
"He calls you a brute, Pomp," said Katy, caressing Pompey—"you that's such a good dog. It's a shame!"
"Catherine," said Mr. Craven, with outraged dignity, "your conduct is very improper. You have insulted me."
"By the powers, how did I do it?" asked Katy, with an affectation of innocent wonder.
"It was an insult to throw that tumbler at my head. I might order the constable to arrest you."
"I'd like to see him thry it!" said Katy, putting her arms akimbo in such a resolute fashion that Mr. Craven involuntarily stepped back slightly.
"Are you aware that I am your master?" continued Mr. Craven, severely.