"Come to earth, you lunatic," said Loring; and I was grateful to him for the chill banality of the words.
O'Rane turned disgustedly on his heel.
"You wouldn't understand if you lived to be a thousand," he flung back over his shoulder.
"Come back!" Loring called. "There's nothing to get shirty about."
"You've the soul of a flunkey!"
"All right; so much the worse for me."
"And anyone who's not got your own servants' half spirit you call a lunatic!"
Loring sat down on the stone seat that ran round the inner wall of Cloisters and beckoned to O'Rane to join him.
"Come and cool down a bit, Raney," he urged. "And for the Lord's sake don't make such a row or you'll bring Linden and Smollet out of their rooms."
"You've got a bourgeoise mind, Loring," said O'Rane reflectively.