Mr.
Mulready was the first to recover himself.
"This is a nice spectacle," he said to the servants.

"You see that boy has attacked me with the poker and might have murdered me.

However, you can go now, and mind, no chattering about what you have seen.
"And now," he continued to Ned as the door closed behind the servants, "out of this house you go this day." "You don't suppose I want to stay in your house," Ned said passionately.
"You don't suppose that it's any pleasure to me to stop here, seeing you play the tyrant over my mother." "Oh, Ned, Ned," Mrs.Mulready broke in, "how can you talk so!" "It is true, mother, he is a tyrant to you as well as to every one else; but I don't mean to go, I mean to stop here to protect you and the children.

He daren't turn me out; if he did, I would go and work in one of the mills, and what would the people of Marsden say then?
What would they think of this popular, pleasant gentleman then, who has told his wife before her children that he married her for her money?
They shall all know it, never fear, if I leave this house.

I would have gone to Mr.
Simmonds and asked him to apply for a commission for me before now, for other fellows get it as young as I am; but I have made up my mind that it's my duty not to do so.
"I know he has been looking forward to my being out of the way, and his being able to do just what he likes with the others, but I ain't going to gratify him.