“Beg your pardon, mum,” he said to Helen, with a bow, “but I wants a word with this feller here.”
Lester Vane turned fiercely towards him.
“You dirty ruffian!” he exclaimed, “how dare you intrude here? Leave the room this instant!”
Mr. Bantom knitted his brows.
“Your name’s Mr. Lister Wane, ain’t it?” he said, with a growl that meant mischief.
Lester started.
“If you wish to speak to me, fellow, wait until I leave here,” he answered, hastily.
“But your name is Mr. Lister Wane, ain’t it? I ask you that,” persisted Bantom.
“It is, fool! Go out of the room.”
“I shall, an’ you with me.”