"My dear boy, I'm putting these papers into something like order. I never saw anything like the state of confusion which everything is in."
"Don't call me your dear boy! And what business of yours is it what state they're in? Who asked you to put them in order? What right have you to touch them?"
The Ogre calmly went on with what he was doing as if Dick was a person of not the slightest consequence. And he continued to indulge in that extremely objectionable smile.
"You haven't a very nice way of asking questions. And some people might think that the questions themselves were a little suggestive of ingratitude."
"What have I to be grateful for? I never asked you to come here. You are not a friend of ours."
"That you most emphatically are not!"
It was I who came blazing out with that. He looked at me out of the corner of his bloodshot eyes, his smile more pronounced than ever.
"Now, Miss Molly, that's unkind of you."
I was in a rage.
"You appear to be oblivious of the fact that you were not even an acquaintance of my mother's; and as those persons she did not wish to know we do not care to know either, we shall be obliged by your leaving the house at your earliest possible convenience."