Mr.Chase rose from his seat.
"All right," he said, with dignity.

"All right, this settles it.

I'm through.

After all the years I sailed cook along with you, Shad Gould, and after you beggin' me--yes, sir, beggin' on your knees, as you might say, for me to run this house for you long as you lived--after that, to--to--Good-by.

I'll try not to lay it up against you." He was moving--not hastily, but actually moving--toward the kitchen door.