"Your opinion isn't worth anything to me."
"Humph! still riding a high horse, I see. Let me tell you, you are not half as good as a Ruthven, and never will be. How my aunt could take you in is a mystery to me."
"She is not as hard-hearted as you are."
"She is very foolish."
"She is my foster mother, and I'll thank you to speak respectfully of her," cried Jack, his eyes flashing.
"Of course you'll stick by her—as long as she'll let you. You have a nice ax to grind."
"I don't understand your last words."
"She owns considerable property, and you will try to get a big share of it for yourself, when she dies."
"I have never given her property a thought. I want only what is rightfully coming to me."
"There is nothing coming to you by right. The property ought to go to Marion and the other Ruthvens."