Here was a deliberate shifting of the quarrel he had come to pick, which left him all at sea.
It was his duty to himself to take offence at Mr.Trenchard's action.
But that was not the business on which he had come.

He became angry.
"Blister me!" he cried.

"Must I sweep the cloth from the table before you'll understand me ?" "If you were to do anything so unmannerly I should have you flung out of the house," said Mr.Wilding, "and it would distress me so to treat a person of your station and quality.

The hat shall serve your purpose, although Mr.Trenchard's concern for my table has removed it.

Our memories will supply its absence.