"Sir," interrupted Mr. Thornton, "if she is not in the way, why is she here? Mr. O'Reilly," he added, turning to me, "finding you in the way, placed you in this house, which you don't much like, and where, nevertheless, you cost him a good deal of money. Now the question is, shall I put you in another place like this? And as I can better afford it than Mr. O'Reilly—"
"Sir," interrupted Cornelius.
"Sir," also interrupted Mr. Thornton, "I do not say I am a better man than you are; but I say I have more money;" and addressing me, he resumed—"Shall I therefore put you in another place like this, here in town, and pay for you? Yes or no?"
I knew that Cornelius was poor, that he could ill afford the money he spent upon me, and though my heart failed me, I faltered—
"Yes, Sir."
I looked up at Cornelius as I spoke: he seemed hurt to the quick.
"Daisy," he said, giving me a reproachful look, "remember, I did not give you up."
He spoke fast, like one who wishes to keep his feelings under; and seizing his hat, hurried out of the room without once looking behind. I sprang forward to overtake him: a hand of iron held me back—
"You little fool," sarcastically said my grandfather, "don't you see he does not care a rush for you! Come, no sniffling; what day will you go?"
"Any day, Sir."