He had his hat on, and was sulkily running his dirty fingers through the greasy black ringlets that flowed over his coat-collar, when Doctor Joyce entered the cloak-room.
"You wished to speak with me ?" said the rector, not sitting down himself, and not asking Mr.Jubber to sit down.
"Oh! you're Doctor Joyce ?" said the fellow, assuming his most insolent familiarity of manner directly.
"That is my name," said Dr.Joyce very quietly.

"Will you have the goodness to state your business with me immediately, and in the fewest possible words ?" "Hullo! You take that tone with me, do you ?" said Jubber, setting his arms akimbo, and tapping his foot fiercely on the floor; "you're trying to come Tommy Grand over me already, are you?
Very good! I'm the man to give you change in your own coin--so here goes! What do you mean by enticing away my Mysterious Foundling?
What do you mean by this private swindle of talent that belongs to my circus ?" "You had better proceed a little," said the rector, more quietly than before.

"Thus far I understand nothing whatever, except that you wish to behave offensively to me; which, in a person of your appearance, is, I assure you, of not the slightest consequence.

You had much better save time by stating what you have to say in plain words." "You want plain words--eh ?" cried Jubber, losing his temper.

"Then, by God, you shall have them, and plain enough!" "Stop a minute," said Doctor Joyce.