"You know. I asked you that question the first or second time I saw you. No one had ever asked it you before, and you would have liked to beat me."
"I shud like to beat you now—talking of wot you know naun about."
"I daresay—but I'm not your son or your daughter or your wife——"
"I never beat my wife."
"Chivalrous, humane man!—well, anyhow I'm not anyone you can beat, so I dare ask—is it worth while?"
"And I ask wot d'you mean by 'worth while'?"
"You know that it's Boarzell and your farm which have lost you your boys."
"I know nothing of the sort."
"Well, would Robert have stolen money, or Albert disgraced your name, to get free, if you and your farm hadn't made them slaves? If you hadn't been a heartless slave-driver would George have died the other night alone on the Moor?—or would Richard have taken advantage of a neighbour's charity to escape from you? Don't you see that your ambition has driven you to make slaves of your children?"