"Or if he visits you—until you are twenty-one," added Jerry.
"Is that so?" And the blood rushed up to Peg's temples. "Well, then, that settles it. No man is goin' to dictate to me about me father. No dead man—nor no livin' one nayther."
"It will make you a rich young lady in three years, remember. You will be secure from any possibility of poverty."
"I don't care. I wouldn't stay over here for three years with" she caught Mrs. Chichester's eyes fastened on her and she checked herself.
"I wouldn't stay away from me father for three years for all the money in the wurrld," she concluded, with marked finality.
"Very well," agreed Jerry. Then he spoke to the others: "Now, may I have a few moments alone with my ward?"
The family expressed surprise.
Hawkes suggested a feeling of strong displeasure.
"I shall wait to escort you down to the boat, Miss O'Connell."
Bowing to every one, the man of law left the room.