"I'll give you five pounds for it, though it is not worth a penny."
"No, sir, I cannot sell it. My brother knew that."
"Where is your brother?"
"He's in the town."
"And are you all alone in this large house?" asked he, with an insinuating smile.
"Yes, why?"
"Oh, nothing. But really, miss, you must let me have this stick. You must. You must, I say you must," and he came close to her and stared her straight in the face.
"Ah, you will then. I can have it," said he, picking up his hat and the stick. "Now, good-bye."
"Miss O'Flynn, will you leave the room?" said a voice behind him that made him start round as he was making his way to the door.
He paused thunderstruck, as his eyes rested on Reg's pale face with its look of fierce determination.