"Yes."
"Anthea!"
"I—hate him, Aunt Priscilla!"
"Eh?—My dear!"
"That was why I—sent him away."
"You—sent him away?"
"Yes."
"But—Anthea—why?"
"Oh Aunt Priscilla!—surely you never—believed in the—fortune? Surely you guessed it was—his money that paid back the mortgage,—didn't you, Aunt,—didn't you?"
"Well, my dear—. But then—he did it so very—tactfully, and—and—I had hoped, my dear that—"