He howled again, and thumped at Erebus with big flabby fists.

She caught the first blow on an uncommonly acute elbow.

The second never fell, for the footman caught him by the collar and swung him round.
"It's not for the likes of you to 'it Henglish young ladies!" he cried with patriotic indignation.
Mr.D'Arcy Rosenheimer gasped and gurgled; then he howled furiously, "Ged out of my house! Now--at once--ged out!" "And pleased I shall be to go--when I've bin paid my wages.

It's a month to-morrow since I gave notice, anyhow.

I've had enough of furriners," said the footman with cold exultation.
"Go--go--ged oud!" roared Mr.D'Arcy Rosenheimer.
"When I've bin paid my wages," said the footman coldly.
Erebus waited to hear no more.