As Teuta had thought it better to keep silence as to Ernest's affront, I felt I must not acknowledge it; but, all the same, I determined to get rid of him before the day was much older.
When I had had my breakfast I sent word to him by a servant that I was coming to his rooms, and followed not long behind the messenger.
He was in a suit of silk pyjamas, such as not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed in.

I closed the door behind me before I began to speak.

He listened, at first amazed, then disconcerted, then angry, and then cowering down like a whipped hound.

I felt that it was a case for speaking out.

A bumptious ass like him, who deliberately insulted everyone he came across--for if all or any of his efforts in that way were due to mere elemental ignorance he was not fit to live, but should be silenced on sight as a modern Caliban--deserved neither pity nor mercy.