His presence and his meddling is an affront to the intelligence of--" But the Prince had slid down from his pile of books and planted himself beside him so suddenly that the bitter words died away on the old man's lips.

Robin's face was white with rage, his little fists were clenched in desperate anger, his voice was half choked with the tears of indignation.
"You awful old man!" he cried, trembling all over, his eyes blazing.
"Don't you say anything against Uncle Jack.

I'll--I'll banish you--yes, sir--banish you like my mother fired Count Marlanx out of the country.

I won't let you come back here ever--never.

And before you go I'll have Uncle Jack give you a good licking.