"You refuse?" he said.
"Do you insult me by doubting it?" she answered.
He rang the bell furiously, and dashed out of the room. She heard him,
on the stairs, ask where Mr. Vimpany was. The servant replied: "In the
garden, my lord."
Smoking a cigar luxuriously in the fine morning air, the doctor saw his
excitable Irish friend hastening out to meet him.
"Don't hurry," he said, in full possession of his impudent good-humour;
"and don't lose your temper. Will you take my way out of your
difficulties, or will you not? Which is it--Yes or No?"
"You infernal scoundrel--Yes!"
"My dear lord, I congratulate you."
"On what, sir?"
"On being as great a scoundrel as I am."