"I want you to come to your senses and realize your position," she said, coldly. "I want you to get rid of that woman and, after a decent interval, marry some suitable girl…."
"I was discussing your affairs, mother, not mine. We will not refer to my wife."
"All I want," she said, "is what I am entitled to as your father's widow."
"This house, of course," he said. "You will want to stay here. I want you to stay here."
"And you?"
"I prefer to live as I am."
"You mean you do not care to come back here?"
"Yes."
"You must. I insist upon it. You have caused scandal enough now….
People would talk."
"Mother, we might as well understand each other at once. I am not Bonbright Foote VII. Let that be clear. I am Bonbright Foote. I am myself, an individual. The old way of doing things is gone…. Perhaps you have heard of the family law—the first Bonbright's will. … I have just torn it up."