“Go ahead! Let me know what it is you complain of.”
“You called me a bully!”
“You are one, you know,” said Congreve, frankly.
“No, I don’t know it; and, what is more, I don’t like to have any one speak of me in that way!” returned Philip, irritably.
“Very likely not. People don’t generally like to have their faults alluded to.”
“I tell you I am not a bully!”
“You are mistaken. You would bully me if I were a small boy and not your superior in strength.”
“At any rate, if you are my friend, you ought not to talk of me in that way,” said Philip, thinking it politic to change his tone.
“You want me to shut my eyes to your real character, then?”
“I don’t want you to talk of me in an insulting manner.”