"After that," purred the old man with a hint of pride, "until I got into the dark hallway and began to bump, it was easy."
The sitting room door was still open. Kenny wheeled his exasperating old man of the sea over the sill in a terror of foreboding.
Adam stared at him.
"Where in the name of Heaven," he said, "did you get that rig? You look like an actor."
Kenny turned a dark red and ignored the question.
"Don't like it!" jeered the old man.
"There's a Shakespeare quotation," reminded Kenny dangerously, "that begins—Hum! how does it begin? Yes. 'There was no thought of pleasing you' and so on. That's it."
"You impudent devil! Close the door."
"I'll close it when I go out. And I'll lock it."
They faced each other in a silence perilously akin to hate.