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"Now, Mr. Wodehouse," said Jack Wentworth, "it appears that you and I have a word to say to each other. " They had all risen when the other gentlemen followed Mr. Morgan out of the room, and those who remained stood in a group surrounding the unhappy culprit, and renewing his impression of personal danger. When he heard himself thus addressed, he backed against the wall, and instinctively took one of the chairs and placed it before him. His furtive eye sought the door and the window, investigating the chances of escape. When he saw that there was none, he withdrew still a step further back, and stood at bay.
"By Jove! I aint going to stand all this," said Wodehouse; "as if every fellow had a right to bully me -- it's more than flesh and blood can put up with. I don't care for that old fogey that's gone upstairs; but, by Jove! I won't stand any more from men that eat my dinners, and win my money, and -- "