"You and my mother, I suppose, will live together?"
"It does not follow. I will pay you rent for Cross Hall."
"You shall do no such thing. I will not let Cross Hall to any friend of the Dean's."
"You cannot turn your mother out immediately after telling her to go there?"
"It will be you who turn her out,—not I. I have made you a very liberal offer," said the Marquis.
"I will have nothing to do with it," said Lord George. "In any house in which I act as master I will be the judge who shall be entertained and who not."
"The first guests you will ask, no doubt, will be the Dean of Brotherton and Captain De Baron." This was so unbearable that he at once made a rush at the door. "You'll find, my friend," said the Marquis, "that you'll have to get rid of the Dean and of the Dean's daughter as well." Then Lord George swore to himself as he left the room that he would never willingly be in his brother's company again.
He was rushing down the stairs, thinking about his wife, swearing to himself that all this was calumny, yet confessing to himself that there must have been terrible indiscretion to make the calumny so general, when he was met on the landing by Mrs. Walker in her best silk gown. "Please, my lord, might I take the liberty of asking for one word in my own room?" Lord George followed her and heard the one word. "Please, my lord, what are we to do with the Marquis?"
"Do with him!"
"About his going."