"No, I don't, Mrs. Mack. I think you've got all the money you need, but you have a right to keep it if you want to. Mr. Minton, you had better leave the room. Your aunt is evidently afraid of you, and, old as she is, your staying here may make her sick."
"It ain't much use living, the way she is. Aunt Jane, I ask you again will you lend me twenty-five dollars?"
"No, no!"
"Will you lend me five dollars?"
"No."
"Are you going to turn your own nephew out into the street without a cent to buy food or pay for a bed?"
He glowered at his aunt so fiercely as he said this that Mark was afraid he might strangle her.
"Mrs. Mack," he said, "you had better give him something if he is in so much need. Since he is really your nephew, you might give him a dollar on condition that he won't trouble you again."
After long persuasion the old woman was induced to do this, though she declared that it would leave her destitute, and send her to the poor-house.
"Now, Mr. Minton," said Mark, "I advise you not to come here again, or I may have to call in a policeman."