“How dare you!” he said at last—“how dare you force your presence here! Go, sir, before I send for the police.”
“Don’t make a fool of yourself, sir: sit down. You must know that the business is important, or I should not act like this.”
“You are a madman, sir!”
“Yes, perhaps: sit down.”
There was such a tone of authority in the Doctor’s words that his lordship dropped back in his chair wondering at his own action.
“That’s better. Now then, Pinemount, let’s look the state of affairs in the face. Your boy loves my child.”
“I have no son, sir. I have cut him off.”
“Humph! All talk, sir. Can’t be done. He loves my girl, and she loves him. He is up at my house now; and after I have talked to you I want you to bring her ladyship over to the young people, and make things comfortable.”
“Yes, you are mad,” said his lordship, reassuring himself. “How dare you presume like this! Leave my house, sir!”
“Don’t raise your voice, man, and let all the servants know you are in a passion.”