I screamed, and at that moment my son Arthur came into the room.
What happened then I do not know.

I heard oaths and the confused sounds of a scuffle.

I was too terrified to raise my head.

When I did look up I saw Arthur standing in the doorway laughing, with a stick in his hand.
"I don't think that fine fellow will trouble us again," he said.

"I will just go after him and see what he does with himself." With those words he took his hat and started off down the street.