“Gone to her room.”
“Then perhaps,” said Stephen, regaining at once his dry composure, “you will give us some explanation of this folly.”
“She's no use to us at present.”
“Indeed!”
“None.”
“Then,” said Stephen, “kindly understand that we have no use for you in future, or any of your sort.”
Martin looked round the table, resting his eyes on each in turn.
“You're right,” he said. “Good-bye!”
Hilary and Cecilia had risen, too. There was silence. Stephen crossed to the door.
“You seem to me,” he said suddenly, in his driest voice, “with your new manners and ideas, quite a pernicious youth.”