"Cecil, you break my heart... Will you hear me?"
"No!"
"What have I said or done...."
"You have received, during my absence, a man I hate—a man who, if he again crosses my threshold, I will throw out of the window."
"Look at this!" she said, presenting the cheque to him.
"What is that?"
"If you will not listen to me, trust your own eyes."
"A cheque for fifty pounds—and from him?"
"He came here to command a picture; you are to name your own price; that is on account."
Cecil took the cheque, looked at it, and then at her.