"D'ye dare discuss me with your lackey ?" "But why not, since you search me with my tipstaff! If you can perceive a difference, you are too subtle for me, sir." Rotherby advanced a step; then checked.

He inherited mental sluggishness from his father.

"You are insolent!" he charged Caryll.

"You insult me." "Indeed! Ha! I am working miracles." Rotherby governed his anger by an effort.

"There was enough between us without this," said he.
"There could not be too much between us--too much space, I mean." The viscount looked at him furiously.