And presently a sound came--the high, thin sound of a voice shaking with weakness or rage.
Then the cool tones of his absent nurse, then the voice again--certainly a most unpleasant voice--and the crashing sound of something being violently thrown to the ground and stamped upon.
Through the closed door, the professor seemed to see a vision of an absurd old man with pale eyes, who shrieked and stamped upon an umbrella.
"That," said Hamilton Spence, with resignation, "that must be father having a fit!".