"I suppose I must."
"What have you to say why we should not so proceed?"
"Spare me, and I will go away and trouble you no more."
"First, you must render an account of the property in your possession, and make an absolute surrender of it all."
"Would you leave me a beggar?" asked Kenyon, in a tone of anguish.
"If so, we should only treat you as you treated your step-son. But my client is merciful. She is willing to allow you and yourson an annuity of five hundred dollars each, on condition that you leave this neighborhood and do not return to it."
"It is small, but I accept," said Mr. Kenyon sullenly.
"For your own good, I advise you to go to-day, before your treatment of your wife becomes known in the village," said Mr. Brief. "Call at my office in the city, and business arrangements can be made there."
"I am willing," said Kenyon.
"Wait a minute, Kenyon," said Nicholas Bundy, "I've got a word of advice. Don't go to Kelso, in Indiana."