"No, you're too plump to ever become angry—"
"Do you think I'm going to submit to—"
"You'll submit all right when they've dragged you twenty-eight miles to the county court house once or twice."
"Louis! Are you against me too?"—in a voice vibrating with reproach and self-pity.
"Now, look here, William Van Beuren; your guests did shoot woodcock on Mrs. Ascott's land—"
"They're migratory birds, confound it!"
"—And," continued Malcourt, paying no attention to the interruption, "you did build that fool dam regardless of my advice; and you first left her cattle waterless, then drowned her sheep—"
"That was a cloud-burst—an act of God—"
"It was a dam-burst, and the act of an obstinate chump!"
"Louis, I won't let anybody talk to me like that!"