"Very well, you know what will happen."
"But you do not," replied Warren.
"I have told my wife everything, what do you think of that?"
"I don't believe it," said Felix, quaking lest it should be true.
"You may please yourself about that," Warren answered. "I have no desire to speak to you again."
"Then out of my house Mrs. Warren, or whoever she is, goes neck and crop."
Warren laughed provokingly, as he replied—
"It is not your house, and if anyone goes it will be yourself. I shall have great pleasure in assisting your mother to get rid of you, and I am sure it would be a relief to her."
Felix Hoffman went home in a towering rage. He owed a lot of money, and knew if he did not pay up that the bookmakers would show him scant courtesy. Some of them he had not treated well in his more prosperous days, and they would only be too glad to retaliate.