“Yes, you are talking to a woman now,” she hissed. “Babbler, preacher, parson, coward! Why did you not say this to him?”
“I’ll say it in due time,” he answered, deliberately folding his arms. “In the meantime, I will inform you, as you are in search of a master, that I am your master and the master of this house.”
With a stamp of her foot, she swept from the room, throwing over her shoulder the challenge:
“We shall see!”
CHAPTER XXIX — BULLDOG AND MASTIFF
Gordon remained in the house during the entire afternoon.
Kate called a boy and sent two messages. One of them summoned her lawyer, the same polite gentleman who had brought the wonderful message from that house a few years before.
At 6:30 Gordon went to his study. The wind had risen steadily and was blowing now a gale from the northwest, and he could feel the cut of hail mixed with the raindrops. It was fearful under foot, and he knew his crowd would be small.