The Rivet in Grandfather's Neck

"I think you are a jackass-fool," Miss Stapylton said, crisply, "and a fortune-hunter, and a sot, and a travesty, and a whole heap of other things I haven't, as yet had time to look up in the dictionary. And I think--I think you call yourself an English gentleman? Well, all I have to say is God pity England if her gentlemen are of your stamp There isn't a costermonger in all Whitechapel who would dare talk to me as you've done I would like to snatch you bald-headed, I would like to kill you--And do you think, now, if you were the very last man left in all the world that I would--No, don't you try to answer me, for I don't wish to hear a single word you have to say. Oh, oh how dare you "