“Stop a minute, Mr. Carteret, I beg of you!” cried Chetwynd. “I am yet in hopes that I may move him. Let me make one more appeal to your sense of justice, sir!” he added to his father. “I promise you it shall be the last!”
“I cannot listen to you!” replied Mr. Calverley.
“You refuse, then, to alter your will?”
“Positively refuse!” rejoined the old gentleman. “For heaven's sake let me die in peace! Can you not prevail on him to go,” he added to his wife and daughter. “He will kill me outright!”
“You hear what your father says!” cried Mrs. Calverley, in an authoritative tone. “Go, I command you!”
“Yes, I will go,” rejoined Chetwynd; “but not at your bidding! You are the sole cause of this misunderstanding between my father and myself. By your arts you have cheated me out of my inheritance!”
“Ah!” ejaculated Mrs. Calverley.
“This is madness!” exclaimed Mr. Carteret, trying to drag him from the room.
“Hear my last, words, sir!” cried Chetwynd to his father. “I never will touch a shilling of your money if it is to be doled out to me by this woman!”
And he rushed out of the room.