Now get out!" Lord Loudwater gnashed his teeth at him and again snapped his fingers.

He burned to rush round the table and hammer the life out of Grey, but he could not do it; violent words, not violent deeds, were his accomplishment.

Moreover, there was something daunting in Grey's cold and steady eye.

He snapped his fingers again, and, pouring out a stream of furious abuse, turned to the door and flung out of it.

Mrs.Turnbull scuttled aside into Grey's bedroom.
Half-way down the stairs Lord Loudwater paused to bellow: "I'll ruin you yet, you scoundrel! Mark my word! I _will_ hound you out of the Army!" He flung out of the house and found that the ostler had taken his horse round to the stable, removed its bridle, and given it a feed of corn.