“Eh?” he said.
Mr. Carmyle having started to defy, evidently decided to make a good job of it.
“I am over twenty-one,” said he. “I am financially independent. I shall do as I please.”
“But, consider!” pleaded Uncle Donald, painfully conscious of the weakness of his words. “Reflect!”
“I have reflected.”
“Your position in the county...”
“I've thought of that.”
“You could marry anyone you pleased.”
“I'm going to.”
“You are determined to go running off to God-knows-where after this Miss I-can't-even-remember-her-dam-name?”