"You must eat those words," went on the Vere calmly. "Eat 'em up with
sauce for dinner. The 'admired actress well known at the Brilliant,' has
nothing to do with the Bruce-Errington man,--not she! He's a duffer, a
regular stiff one--no go about him anyhow. And what the deuce do you
mean by calling me an offending dama. Keep your oaths to yourself, will
you?"
Beau Lovelace was amused. Grubbs turned his watering eye from one to the
other in wretched perplexity. He made an effort to stand up and
succeeded.
"I'll have you arrested, sir!" he exclaimed shaking his fists at Beau,
and quivering with passion, "on a charge of bodily assault--shameful
bodily assault, sir!"
"All right!" returned Beau coolly. "If I were fined a hundred pounds for
it, I should think it cheap for the luxury of thrashing such a hound!"
Grubbs quaked at the determined attitude and threatening eye of his
assailant, and turned for relief to Miss Vere whose smile, however, was
not sympathetic.
"You'd better cave in!" she remarked airily.
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