"Why, of your going there, and using my name, and God knows what."
Mr. Ventnor gave his chair two little twiddles before he said
Bob Pillin remained for a moment taken aback; then he muttered resolutely:
"It's not the conduct of a gentleman."
Every man has his illusions, and no man likes them disturbed. The gingery tint underlying Mr. Ventnor's colouring overlaid it; even the whites of his eyes grew red."
"Oh!" he said; "indeed! You mind your own business, will you?"
"It is my business--very much so. You made use of my name, and I don't choose---"
"The devil you don't! Now, I tell you what---"