“If I were a man, Mr. Wilcox, for that last remark I'd box your ears. You're not fit to clean my niece's boots, to sit in the same room with her, and you dare—you actually dare—I decline to argue with such a person.”
“All I know is, she's spread the thing and he hasn't, and my father's away and I—”
“And all that I know is—”
“Might I finish my sentence, please?”
Charles clenched his teeth and sent the motor swerving all over the lane.
Gotta love Aunt Juley.