"Come on!" cried Denis, doubling his fists. "You have insulted me! À outrance!"
"When you're quite finished, Mr. Lancaster," called out Nell, "perhaps you'll condescend to look at this box!"
He gave a final thrust and turned to her.
"It is made of bog oak, and carved by a friend of ours—"
"Was that the postman?" exclaimed the Atom, and scuttled out of the room.
No one heard her save Ted.
"Isn't it a glorious design? Do you see how—"
"I—I must go! Awfully sorry! Good-bye!"
They stared after him in astonishment, then started in pursuit. In the hall they caught him. He was standing looking rather red and foolish, talking to the Atom.
Denis seized him by his collar.