"Well, I'll have one for him, never fear," said his lordship, glancing about bravely. "I won't permit any man to assault my servants and brutally maltreat them. No, sir! He shall hear from me—or my attorney."
"He told us to tell you, sir, that if he ever caught anybody from this place on his land he'd serve him worse than he did us," said Tompkins.
"He says, 'I don't want no Bazelhursts on my place,'" added James in finality.
"Go to bed, both of you!" roared his lordship.
"Very good, sir," in unison.
"They can get to bed without your help, I daresay, Pen," added his lordship caustically, as she started away with them. Penelope with a rare blush and—well, one party went to luncheon while the other went to bed.
"I should like to see this terrible Mr. Shaw," observed Penelope at table. "He's a sort of Jack-the-Giant-Killer, I fancy."
"He is the sort one has to meet in America," lamented her ladyship.
"Oh, I say now," expostulated the New York young man, wryly.
"I don't mean in good society," she corrected, with unconscious irony.