“Where is the contract?”
“With John Forbes, the writer. Go and see it.”
“I am thinking that the English law makes all that was yours, on your marriage day, become Robert’s, and all that is Robert’s belongs to his creditors, until the creatures are satisfied. But I came on a kind errand, if you will take it so. I came to tell you that, though you have been the ruin of my son, I will not see you put on the street. I will buy the furniture and rent it to you.”
“I would not rent it from any one. It is mine. If I am robbed of it, I will not countenance the robbery, by renting it.”
“What will you do with yourself?”
“I shall come to no harm.”
“You can maybe find a boarding-house?”
“I shall not need one.”
“And there is your own home.”
“I shall not go there.”