'Oh! but really—'
'As you please,' said Miss Rodney, looking him sternly in the face. 'In that case I complain to the landlady of your behaviour, and insist on her getting rid of you. You ought to have been turned out long ago. You are a nuisance, and worse than a nuisance. Be so good as to leave the room.'
Rawcliffe, his shoulders humped, moved towards the door; but before reaching it he stopped and said doggedly—
'I can't give notice.'
'Why not?'
'I owe Mrs. Turpin money.'
'Naturally. But you will go, all the same.'
A vicious light flashed into the man's eyes.
'If it comes to that, I shall not go!'
'Indeed?' said Miss Rodney calmly and coldly. 'We will see about it. In the meantime, leave the room, sir!'