"I do not know what charges you have heard."
"You have put her away."
"In strict accuracy that is not correct, Sir Marmaduke."
"But she is put away. She is in my house now because you have no house of your own for her. Is not that so? And when I came home she was staying with her uncle, because you had put her away. And what was the meaning of her being sent down into Devonshire? What has she done? I am her father, and I expect to have an answer."
"You shall have an answer, certainly."
"And a true one. I will have no hocus-pocus, no humbug, no Jesuitry."
"Have you come here to insult me, Sir Marmaduke? Because, if so, there shall be an end to this interview at once."
"There shall not be an end;—by G——, no, not till I have heard what is the meaning of all this. Do you know what people are saying of you;—that you are mad, and that you must be locked up, and your child taken away from you, and your property?"
"Who are the people that say so? Yourself;—and, perhaps, Lady Rowley? Does my wife say so? Does she think that I am mad? She did not think so on Thursday, when she prayed that she might be allowed to come back and live with me."
"And you would not let her come?"