“I suppose you understand what it is?”
“Perhaps I do, but you had better explain.”
“I have made up my mind to foreclose the mortgage I hold on this place, and I should like to have you move out within three days, as I am going to let it.”
“Indeed! To whom do you intend to let it?”
“To Frank Shelton. He’s goin’ to be married, and this house will suit him.”
“And what am I to do, Mr. Jones? You surely do not mean to deprive Robert and me of our home?”
“It isn’t yours any longer, or won’t be. Of course, you can’t expect to stay here. I haven’t forgotten how you talked to me when I was here before nor how impudent your boy was.”
“Meaning me?” asked Robert with a grave face.
“Of course I mean you!” said Mr. Jones sharply.
“I haven’t said anything impudent to you to-day, have I?”