All at once, the hindmost began squalling 'Foreign Dog,' 'Goat Man.' We stepped outside, and there, passing, if you like, was that gentle bookworm, Mr.Fang." "Fang ?" echoed the padre, as in doubt.

"I've heard the name." "Heard?
Why, doctor," cried Heywood, "that long, pale chap,--lives over toward the Dragon Spring.

Confucian, very strict; keen reader; might be a mandarin, but prefers the country gentleman sort; bally mischief-maker, he's done more people in the eye than all the Yamen hacks and all their false witnesses together! Hence his nickname--the Sword-Pen." Dr.Earle sharpened his heavy brows, and studied the floor.
"Fang, the Sword-Pen," he growled; "yes, there will be trouble.

He hates us.

Given this chance--Humph! Saul of Tarsus .-- We're not the Roman Church," he added, with his first trace of irritation.