"Off with your hat, or Mortdieu, I'll have you flung out of doors by my grooms." This show of vehemence, as sudden as it was unexpected, drew from Eugene a meek obedience that I had not looked for.

Nevertheless, the young man's lip curled as he uncovered.
"How fatherly is your greeting!" he sneered.

The Chevalier's eyes flashed a glance that lacked no venom at his son.
"What manner of greeting did you look for ?" he returned hotly.

"Did you expect me to set a ring upon your finger, and have the fattened calf killed in honour of your return?
Sangdieu, sir! Have you come hither to show me how a father should welcome the profligate son who has dishonoured his name?
Why are you here, unbidden?
Answer me, sir!" A deep flush overspread Eugene's cheeks.
"I had thought when I crossed the threshold that this was the Chateau de Canaples, or else that my name was Canaples--I know not which.

Clearly I was mistaken, for here is a lady who has no word either of greeting or intercession for me, and who, therefore, cannot be my sister, and yonder a man whom I should never look to find in my father's house." I took a step forward, a hot answer on my lips, when from the doorway at my back came Yvonne's sweet voice.
"Eugene! You here ?" "As you see, Sister.