He was now once more seated in his chair, holding his son's hand, and when he again heard Mollett's voice he merely made a sign for him to go.
"You see the state my father is in, Mr.Mollett," said Herbert; "I do not know what is the nature of your business, but whatever it may be, you must leave him now." And he made a slight attempt to push the visitor towards the door.
"You'd better take care what you're doing, Mr.Fitzgerald," said Mollett.

"By -- -- you had! If you anger me, I might say a word that I couldn't unsay again, which would put you into queer street, I can tell you." "Don't quarrel with him, my boy; pray don't quarrel with him, but let him leave me," said Sir Thomas.
"Mr.Mollett, you see my father's state; you must be aware that it is imperative that he should be left alone." "I don't know nothing about that, young gen'leman; business is business, and I hain't got hany answer to my proposals.

Sir Thomas, do you say 'Yes' to them proposals." But Sir Thomas was still dumb.
"To all but the last?
Come," continued Aby, "that was put in quite as much for your good as it was for mine." But not a word came from the baronet.
"Then I shan't stir," said Aby, again seating himself.
"Then I shall have the servants in," said Herbert, "and a magistrate who is in the hall;" and he put his hand towards the handle of the bell.
"Well, as the old gen'leman's hill, I'll go now and come again.

But look you here, Sir Thomas, you have got my proposals, and if I don't get an answer to them in three days' time,--why you'll hear from me in another way, that's all.

And so will her ladyship." And with this threat Mr.Abraham Mollett allowed himself to be conducted through the passage into the hall, and from thence to his gig.
"See that he drives away; see that he goes," said Herbert to Mr.
Somers, who was still staying about the place.
"Oh, I'll drive away fast enough," said Aby, as he stepped into the gig, "and come back fast enough too," he muttered to himself.