"Before three days have passed, we shall have departed, and be as dead to you."
"I prefer that to having you here, and always distrusting you and them. So, since I must give way, take them, and be off as quickly as possible, and never let me see you more!"
"Agreed!"
"Agreed! Give me the key of the cellar, that I may let Nicholas out!"
"No; let him sleep his liquor off, and I'll give you the key to-morrow morning."
"And Calabash?"
"Ah, that's another affair! Let her out when I have gone. I can't bear the sight of her."
"Go, and may hell confound you!"
"That's your farewell, mother?"
"Yes."