“Mind what you say. I have rights, and will enforce them.”
“Over my person?” returned Barbara, her eyes sending out a flash that reminded him of her mother, and made him the angrier.
“If you do not consent here and now,” he said sternly, “to marry Mr. Lestrange—that is, if, after your mother's insolence to lady Ann.—”
“My mother's insolence to lady Ann!” exclaimed Barbara, drawing herself, in her indignation, to the height of her small person: but her father would rush to his own discomfiture.
“—if, as I say,” he went on, “he should now condescend to ask you—I swear—”
“You had better not swear, papa!”
“—I swear you shall not have a foot of my land.”
“Oh! that is all? There you are in your right, and I have nothing to say.”
“You insolent hussy! You won't like it when you find it done!”
“It will be the same as if Mark had lived.”