“Your suppositions are perfectly correct.”
“Then, sir, how do you expect to get your bread?”
“Earn it, the best way I can.”
“Beg it, more likely, as your father before you: all his life begging it, and from me.”
“In that respect I shall not resemble him. You would be the last man I should think of begging from.”
“S’death! sirrah, you are impertinent. This is fine language to me, after the disgrace you have already brought upon me!”
“Disgrace?”
“Yes, sir, disgrace. Coming out here as a pauper, in the steerage of a ship! And you must needs boast of your relationship—letting all the world know that you are my nephew.”
“Boast of the relationship!” repeated Herbert, with a smile of contempt. “Ha! ha! ha! I suppose you refer to my having answered a question asked me by this pretty jack-a-box you are playing with. Boast of it, indeed! Had I known you then as well as I do now, I should have been ashamed to acknowledge it!”
“After that, sir,” shouted Mr Vaughan, turning purple with rage—“after that, sir, no more words! You shall leave my house this minute.”