No one spoke.

After a while he threw his boots under the table and went to bed.
"Why didn't you let me have a go at him ?" said William, when his father was upstairs.

"I could easily have beaten him." "A nice thing--your own father," she replied.
"'FATHER!'" repeated William.

"Call HIM MY father!" "Well, he is--and so--" "But why don't you let me settle him?
I could do, easily." "The idea!" she cried.

"It hasn't come to THAT yet." "No," he said, "it's come to worse.