Bertrand suddenly yelled out in a near-falsetto bay: ‘I’ve had about enough of you, you little bastard. I won’t stand any more of it, do you hear? To think of a lousy little philistine like you coming and monkeying about in my affairs, it’s enough to . . . Get out and stay out, before you get hurt. Leave my girl alone, you’re wasting your time, you’re wasting her time, you’re wasting my time. What the hell do you mean by buggering about like this? You’re big enough and old enough and ugly enough to know better.’
