With a bang, Antonin burst through the door of the sacred so-called "Puffle Flat," with war on his mind. Perhaps Lucinda was reluctant to tell him things, but the same could not be said of her mother, who had owled Antonin about a love-letter and flowers arriving for her daughter, one's that were not from him. As far as he was concerned, the moment their engagement had been announced, Lucinda was his--his property, and he didn't take kindly to others playing with his property.
"You out," he snapped, at a man who appeared from the hall. "This doesn't concern you, and if you stay I'll kill you on mere principal." Looking away for the first man, he saw who he had come for. "You, it seems no one's taught you to know your place, and stay in it."