"That you are in love with Sibyl Tempest."
"That is true. She is a beautiful and charming girl."
"And a beggar!" burst out Mrs Gabriel, savagely. "Her father has nothing beyond his stipend, and that he spends on books. When he dies she will be a beggar. If you married her she would bring you no dowry."
"She will bring me herself," replied Haverleigh, "and that is good enough for me. I love Sybil with my whole soul."
"And how do you propose to keep her?" sneered Mrs Gabriel.
"Not as the heir to your property," said Leo, wrathfully. "In some way or another I shall make my way in the world. Sybil is quite willing to wait for me. We are engaged."
"Ha! You seem to have settled the whole matter."
"We have. And it will not be unsettled by anyone."
The young man looked so determined, there was such fire in his eye, such a firmness about his closed mouth, that Mrs Gabriel felt that she was beaten. For the moment she retreated gracefully, but by no means gave up her point. By nagging at Leo she might be enabled to bring about things as she wished. "Well, have it your own way," she said, rising. "I have said my say, and you are behaving abominably."
"I am sorry you should think so, but I really cannot submit to this life any longer. You quite understand that next week I go to London?"