"Nugent will feel for me, and understand me, when he comes to Browndown.

In the meantime, this shall not happen again." He stooped over Jicks.

The child, while we were talking, had laid herself down luxuriously on the grass, and was singing to herself little snatches of a nursery song.

Oscar pulled her up on her legs rather roughly.

He was out of temper with her, as well as with himself.
"What are you going to do ?" I asked.
"I am going to see Mr.Finch," he answered, "and to have Jicks kept for the future out of Lucilla's garden." "Does Mr.Finch approve of your silence ?" "Mr.Finch, Madame Pratolungo, leaves me to decide on a matter which concerns nobody but Lucilla and myself." After that reply, there was an end of all further remonstrance from me, as a matter of course.
Oscar walked off with his prisoner to the house.