"Why, Anne?"
"Because I cannot have him at home here any longer, and what is more, dear Greville, I shall not!"
"You will not?" said he, laying down his paper, while Derval listened with a quick-beating heart.
"Once and for all—no."
"I ask again, why?"
"He is so unfinished—worse—unmannerly—a mere Devonshire lout, I am sorry to say, and will corrupt my darling little Rookleigh if they grow up together."
"Say ours, Anne."
"Well, ours, of course, darling."
"I cannot see that poor Derval is all you say."
"But I do, and to sea let him go; we can't have him growing up to manhood an idle, hulking fellow here."