“Nonsense!” she interrupted. “It’s not true to say I’ll disgrace you, because I want to marry someone you don’t like. It’s—”
“Enough!” he said, frowning. “I’ve said all I’m going to. If you’re not prepared to tell me now that you will—obey me in this matter ... or at least, agree to wait a year—”
“No, I’m not prepared to do that!”
“Then you may consider that you are no longer a member of my household!”
“What does that mean?” she asked, scornfully. “Does it mean you’re turning me out?”
“Yes!” he shouted. “If you haven’t the common decency to appreciate, or feel any gratitude for all that’s been done for you, you can try doing without for a while. You can go back now and talk it over with your mother, and when I come home this evening, I’ll tell you what I’ve decided.”
“No, thanks! I won’t go home. I’ll never go home again. It’s your home, not mine, I see. Good-by!”
He caught her by the arm.
“I won’t allow this! I insist upon your going home at once. Do you hear?”
“Of course I hear! Everyone in the office must. But I won’t go!”