“No—I—I just came myself.”
“Do you take me for a fool?” shouted Norman.
“No—I thought you were a gentleman,” said Faith faintly, and certainly without any thought of being sarcastic.
Norman bounced up.
“Mind your own business. I don’t want to hear another word from you. If you wasn’t such a kid I’d teach you to interfere in what doesn’t concern you. When I want parsons or pill-dosers I’ll send for them. Till I do I’ll have no truck with them. Do you understand? Now, get out, cheese-face.”