"That impudent shark has been trying to rob me," he replied, picking up a vase from the mantelshelf and returning it with a bang.
"What did he charge you?"
"Two shillings."
"Well, that is the right fare, and Dimbie gives an extra sixpence if he has a portmanteau. What did you give him for the luggage?"
"A piece of my mind, and threatened him with the police for his impudence."
"Oh, father," I cried, "I am sorry you have made a disturbance. Up to now we—Dimbie and I—have been respected in the village."
"Have you been to church?" He smiled sardonically.
"N—o."
"Who respects you—the vicar?"
"The villagers have a great respect for us. I—I am sure they have."