RUGGE (clapping both hands on the crown of his hat, and striding to the door).--"William Waife, beware 't is done.

I'm your enemy.

As for you, too dear but abandoned infant, stay with him: you'll find out very soon who and what he is; your pride will have a fall, when--" Waife sprang forward, despite his lameness,--both his fists clenched, his one eye ablaze; his broad burly torso confronted and daunted the stormy manager.

Taller and younger though Rugge was, he cowered before the cripple he had so long taunted and humbled.

The words stood arrested on his tongue.