This Mrs.What's-her-name seems to have too little to do.' 'Well, there's no knowing.' 'And you're going to tell this story all over Lambeth ?' 'Why, didn't I ask you to keep it quiet ?' 'Yes, Bower, you did.

And I mean to.

And--look here! If you'd been a man of my own age, for all we've known each other a goodish time, I should have sent you spinning half across the room before now.

So that's plain language, and you must make what you like of it!' Therewith Luke thrust back his chair and walked out of the room.
He did not pause till he was some distance from the club.

His blood was tingling.