"Tell him to leave. I won't have him here."
"Why don't YOU tell me?" cried Dan. "I don't need an interpreter."
"Young man, don't be rash. There is a limit to my patience. If you have the indecency to come here after what you have done, and after what your sister has said about me, I shall certainly—"
Dan broke in roughly: "I didn't come to see you, Gordon. You may be an agreeable sight to some people, but you're no golden sunset in my eyes. Eliza flattered you."
Natalie gave a little terrified cry, for the men were glaring at each other savagely. Neither seemed to hear her.
"Did you read that article?"
"Read it? I wrote it!"
Gordon's face flamed suddenly with rage; he pointed to the door with trembling fingers, and shouted:
"Get out! I'll not have you here. I discharged you once. Get out!" His utterance was rapid and thick.
Dan smiled mirthlessly, dangerously. In a soft voice he said: