dear Gran. Furious, he muttered something to himself to the effect that she might have it for all he cared, and that if it choked her—
She heard.
"Renny! Renny!" she shouted, turning purple. "He says he hopes it chokes me—chokes me—at my age! Flog him, Renny; I won't stand it. I'll choke. I know I will."
She glared wildly at the head of the house, her eyes blazing under her shaggy red brows.
"Mamma, Mamma," said Ernest.
"It's true," growled Nicholas. "I heard him say it." Renny had been talking to Alayne, trying not to notice the disturbance. Now, in sudden anger, he got up and in a stride stood over Finch.
"Apologize to Gran," he ordered.
"Sorry," muttered Finch, turning white.
"No mumbling! Properly."
"I'm very sorry, Grandmother."
The sight of his hunched shoulders and unprepossessing, sheepish face suddenly threw his elder into one of his quick passions. He gave him a sound and ringing cuff. Perhaps it was because Finch was not properly balanced that day. In any case it always seemed easy to send him sprawling. The next second he was in a sobbing heap on the floor, and his heavy chair had fallen with a crash.
Alayne smothered a cry, and stared at her plate. Her heart was thudding, but she thought: "I must hang on to myself. I must. He didn't mean to do it. He will be sorry. They drove him to it."
Renny sat down. He avoided looking at her. He was humiliated at having been drawn into violence before her. However, if she thought him a brute, so much the better.
Finch gathered up himself and his chair, and resumed his place at the table with a look of utter dejection.
