I will not endure it." "You will not--how will you help it ?" He was now thoroughly angry, and all his native coarseness came to the surface.
"I will show you," said Dulcibel, the Norse blood of her father glowing in her face.

"Good evening, Sir!" and she left the room.
Jethro had not expected such a quiet, but effective answer.

He sat twirling his thumbs, for awhile, hoping that she would return.

But realizing at last that she would not, he took his departure in a towering anger.

Of course this was the last of his visits.