He understood.

A few minutes afterward we heard the door slam.

John wrote him the next morning.

Did you ever hear of anything to equal the cold-bloodedness of it ?" Warrington looked at her in absolute amazement.
"Well, of all the nerve! Why the deuce didn't John punch his head ?" savagely.
"Mr.McQuade is not a gentleman; John is," simply.

"But Mr.McQuade hasn't forgotten; not he.