He was not a man who easily lost his temper, but the idea of this marriage infuriated him. Usher lifted a deprecating hand.
“Perhaps it can be arranged,” said he.
“No, it can't. So you can go.”
“We will withdraw our claim for five thousand pounds.”
“Where do you suppose I'm to find five thousand pounds?”
“You can do what you like with Miss Defries's money, Matthew.”
Matthew stopped in his walk, and his face grew livid. He pointed to the door.
“Go out,” he said in a trembling voice, “or I'll have you turned out.”
Usher rose to his feet and shuffled towards the door.
“Then poor Sylvester shall know what were the parents in whom he trusted.”