Hugh spoke with spirit. "She's not a servant; and her name is Alexandra Adare. Please, dad, try to fix it in your memory. You'll find you'll have a lot of use for it."
"Don't be impertinent."
"I'm not impertinent. I'm stating a fact. I ask every one here to remember that name—"
"We needn't bring any one else into this foolish business. It's between you and me. Even so, I wish to have no argument."
"Nor I."
"Then in that case we understand each other. You'll be with the Goldboroughs for the twelfth—"
Hugh spoke very distinctly: "Father—I'm—not—going."
In the silence that followed one could hear the ticking of the mantelpiece clock.
"Then may I ask where you are going?"
Hugh raised himself from his sprawling attitude, holding his bulky young figure erect. "I'm going to earn a living."