"And I didn't believe you, and have come to fetch what you wouldn't send. If you think I'm going into a corner to starve for your personal satisfaction, you are very much mistaken. I'm surprised you don't understand me better by this time."
"You were a rascal, Charles, before you left school."
"School! Pretty school! D—n it, don't blame me—woman!"
Mrs. Rowe was alarmed by the outburst, lest it should wake some of the boarders.
"The Dean and his lady are sleeping overhead. If you don't respect me, think——"
"I'm not here to respect, or think about anybody. I'm cast alone into the world—tossed into it; left to shift for myself, and to be ashamed of myself; and I want a little help through it, and it's for you to give it me, and give it me YOU SHALL."
Mr. Charles held out his left hand, and slapped its open palm vehemently with his right—pantomime to indicate the exact whereabouts he had selected for the reception of Mrs. Rowe's money.
"I told you I had no money. You'll drive me from this house by bringing disgrace upon it."
"That's very good," Mr. Charles said, with a cruel laugh. "That's a capital joke."
Jane entered with coffee. "That's right," she whispered, encouragingly to Mr. Charles; "laugh and be cheerful, Mr. Charles, and make haste with your coffee."