“Gently, my friend,” said he. “Now that you have relieved yourself of your pretty story, let me suggest that the easiest way out of this house is by the door.”
“Who are you, sir?” blustered Ratman.
Dr Brandram laughed.
“I must have changed in twenty years as much as you,” said he.
“I am not going to ask your leave to be in my father’s house.”
“I am not going to ask your leave to put you out of it.”
Tom’s spirits rose. There seemed every promise of an unrehearsed entertainment for the delectation of his guests.
“I caution you, sir.”
“I will take all responsibility,” said the doctor. “Anything more you have to say can just as well be said in Mr Pottinger’s office to-morrow morning as here.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Mr Ratman, with a snarl. “It is never pleasant to have to introduce oneself, but I am glad to have had the opportunity before this distinguished company. It is now the turn of the other side to move. If they want me they must find me. Good night, your grace; you are a nice loyal neighbour to an old comrade’s boy. Good night, you, sir; take as much responsibility as you like if it is any satisfaction to you. Good-bye, my pretty little Jill; some day you’ll have to call me cousin Roger, and then we’ll be quits. Good night, gentlemen and ladies all. The prodigal’s return has not been a success, I own, but it’s a fact all the same. Au revoir.”