"Get out," he said collectively.

"I'm tired." Starrett rose, sneering.

There had been a subtle change to-night in his customary attitude of parasitic good-fellowship.
"I'm tired, too!" he exclaimed viciously.

"Tired of your infernal whims and insults.

You're as full of inconsistencies as a lunatic.
When you ought to be insulted, you laugh, and when a fellow least expects it, you blaze and rave and stare him out of countenance.