If he thought that threat would intimidate me he was mistaken—a wave of secret joy coursed through me.
"It won't matter much to me—I'll take care it won't—but it will be a degrading business for you—invalidity and all that. Are you prepared for it?"
I continued to sit silent and motionless.
"I daresay we shall both be laughed at, but I cannot help that. We can't possibly live together on terms like these."
Another wave of joy coursed through me.
"Anyhow I intend to know before I leave the island how things are to be. I'm not going to take you away until I get some satisfaction. You understand?"
I listened, almost without breathing, but I did not reply.
"I'm think of writing a letter to your father, and sending Hobson with it in the car immediately. Do you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Well, you know what your father is. Unless I'm much mistaken he's not a man to have much patience with your semi-romantic, semi-religious sentiments. Are you quite satisfied?"