"Yes," said the others, "yes!"
They glared at each other horribly, and clenched their fists. Bob ran around them in the wildest excitement.
"Look here, I say, Captain Goby. Oh, Mr. de Vere! I say, Mr. Plant, if you want to fight, come into the stables. Granny says you mustn't fight here."
He grabbed several of them, and was hurled into space at once. He finally laid hold of De Vere, who wasn't capable of hurling a ladybird off his finger.
"You shall fight Goby if you want to," he roared.
THE MARQUIS DE RIVAULX. Anti-Semite to his manicured finger-tips
"But I don't want to," shrieked the poet. "What shall I do? My heart is broken!"
"Oh, what rot!" said Bob. "I don't understand what the row is about. Pen said she married, and she's got a kid. It will make her happy, for she always loved kids."
But then the notice in her maiden name! Was it not awful, horrible, brazen, peculiar, anti-social, against all law? It was wicked, immoral, indecent. Behind it there must be a dreadful story.