He stood, a picture of vexation and indecision, glancing furtively at Chatfield, then at Audrey, and evidently hating to be asked to take a side.
"Confound it all, Chatfield!" he suddenly burst out.

"Why don't you mind what you're saying?
It's all very well, Audrey, but you shouldn't have come along here--especially with strangers.

The fact is, I'm so upset about this Oliver affair that I'm going to have a thorough search and examination of the Keep and the ruins, and, of course, we can't allow any one inside the grounds while it's going on.

You should have kept to Chatfield's orders--" "And since when has a Greyle of Scarhaven kept to a servant's orders ?" interrupted Audrey, with a sneer that sent the blood rushing to the Squire's face.

"Never!--until this present regime, I should think.
Orders, indeed!--from an agent! I wonder what the last Squire of Scarhaven would have said to a proposition like that?
Mr.
Copplestone--you've punished that bad old man quite sufficiently.