“Don’t use that tone to me, Bowser. I’ll raise my voice if I please.”
“But think of the employees!”
“I’m thinking of my son.”
“My son, if I may say so.”
“Your son!” Mrs. Bowser exclaimed. “You talk as if you’d bought him from a jobber.”
“Bowser! In the Quiet Room too.”
“Quiet Room be hanged!”
“You amaze me. Frankly, this conference cannot proceed while you are in this mood. We are here to confer, not to shout.”
“Very well. You agree to John?”
“No. Emphatically no. I will not agree to John, I tell you.”