Paul remembered they were the hands of Clara's husband, and a flash of hate went through him.
"Get out before you're turned out!" snapped Thomas Jordan.
"Why, who'll turn me out ?" said Dawes, beginning to sneer.
Mr.Jordan started, marched up to the smith, waving him off, thrusting his stout little figure at the man, saying: "Get off my premises--get off!" He seized and twitched Dawes's arm.
"Come off!" said the smith, and with a jerk of the elbow he sent the little manufacturer staggering backwards.
Before anyone could help him, Thomas Jordan had collided with the flimsy spring-door.

It had given way, and let him crash down the half-dozen steps into Fanny's room.

There was a second of amazement; then men and girls were running.

Dawes stood a moment looking bitterly on the scene, then he took his departure.
Thomas Jordan was shaken and braised, not otherwise hurt.

He was, however, beside himself with rage.