"Let us bring this nonsense to an end.

I want my clothes, and if you won't lend me a car or a trap, I'll walk to the nearest railway station." Mr.Fentolin shook his head.
"I am quite sure," he said, "that you are not in a position to travel.
Even in the dining-room just now I heard a disturbance for which I was told that you were responsible." "I simply insisted upon having my clothes," Mr.Dunster explained.

"Your servant refused to fetch them.

Perhaps I lost my temper.

If so, I am sorry.