I will read to you." "I thought you were going down to your mother's," rejoined Mr.Verner, his accent not softening in the least.
"I need not go for this half hour yet," replied Lionel, taking up the _Times_, which lay on a table near Mr.Verner.

"Have you looked at the headings of the news, sir; or shall I go over them for you, and then you can tell me what you wish read ?" "I don't want anything read by you," said Mr.Verner.

"Put the paper down." Lionel did not immediately obey.

A shade of mortification had crossed his face.
"Do you hear me, Lionel?
Put the paper down.

You know how it fidgets me to hear those papers ruffled, when I am not in a mood for reading." Lionel rose, and stood before Mr.Verner.