“Did you hear me, Mr Rolleston? Have the goodness to go. Of course you will get the title when I die, and the estate. But not a penny do you have from me beside; and the estate will nearly ruin you, without money to keep it up. You say you are a man: act like one, and go.”
“You wish me to leave your house finally, sir?”
“Wish? I order you to go; and until you come over humbly and ask leave to pay your addresses to the Lady Jenny, never darken my doors again.”
“Very well, sir. I will see you again, mother, before I go.”
“Denis! Husband, pray, pray do not let this trouble come upon us.”
“Mr Rolleston, being angry makes me ill. I wish to behave politely and calmly to you. Please to go.”
Denis caught his mother to his breast, and then hurried out of the room, to go and order the valet to pack up his portmanteau and send it across to the station; and then he went off across the park, to see the Salados and say good-bye.