'My daughter:—you have to think of your family.'
'Indeed, Mrs. Radnor, I was coming to London tomorrow, with the consent of my family.'
'You address me as Mrs. Radnor. I have not the legal right to the name.'
'Not legal!' said he, with a catch at the word.
He spun round in her sight, though his demeanour was manfully rigid.
'Have I understood, madam . . . ?'
'You would not request me to repeat it. Is that your horse the man is leading?'
'My horse: it must be my horse.'
'Mount and ride back. Leave me: I shall not eat. Reflect, by yourself. You are in a position of one who is not allowed to decide by his feelings. Mr. Radnor you know where to find.'
'But surely, some food? I cannot have misapprehended?'