this was his scapegoat; but his excitement was caused by something quite different. as a rule he would have merely shouted down the doubt as to kapiton, told a long yarn about his friend, and eventually retired upstairs to his room. but today, in the strange uncertainty of human nature, it seemed to require but so small an offence as this to make his cup to overflow. the old man grew purple in the face, he raised his hands. "enough of this!" he yelled. "my curse away, out of the house i go! colia, bring my bag away!" he left the room hastily and in a paroxysm of rage.