"Father says I'm to be civil to you, so I'll say good-morning; but I don't mean it a bit; and I still think you're a horrid, bad man, though I don't say so.

I'm not a bit afraid of you, either, because Mr Armstrong is here to punish you if you behave wickedly." Tom, as usual, improved matters with a loud laugh.
"Good old Jilly!" cried he; "let him have it! Sit on his head! He's got no friends! Never you mind, Ratman--she doesn't--" "Silence, sir ?" thundered his father, "or leave the table instantly." Tom subsided promptly.
"And you, Jill," continued her father, "do not speak till you're spoken to." Jill looked down at Mr Armstrong to see if he counselled further resistance; but as he was studiously busy with the ham, she capitulated, and said-- "Then I hope no one will speak to me, because I don't want to talk." Mr Ratman made an effort to turn the incident off with a laugh, and addressed his further remarks to his host.

But as that gentleman found some difficulty in being cordial, and as the rest of the party continued to enjoy the meal without paying much attention to him, he was on the whole relieved when the performance came to an end.
On his way to the captain's room, afterwards, he encountered Mr Armstrong.
The two men glared at one another in a hostile manner for a moment, and then the tutor observed casually that it was a cold day.
"It will be hotter before it's much older," growled the late owner of a certain black eye.
"I can well believe that," said the tutor drily.
"Yes, sir, I shall have something to say to you." "Delighted, I'm sure, at any time that suits you." "You and I had better understand one another at once," said Mr Ratman.
"Why not?
I flatter myself I understand you perfectly already." "Do you?
Now, look here, my fine fellow.

It's easy for you to give yourself airs, but I know a good deal more about you than I dare say you would care to own yourself.

If you'll take my advice, the sooner you clear out of here the better.