You have insisted upon talking on every subject under the sun, whether I liked it or not.

You have taken every opportunity of evading my wishes that you should not see my daughter, and you wonder that I object to you.

For absolute brazenness you beat anything I have ever encountered." "I am sorry," said Hardy, again.
"Good evening," said the captain "Good evening." Crestfallen and angry Hardy moved to the door, pausing with his hand on it as the captain spoke again.
"One word more," said the older man, gazing at him oddly as he stroked his grey beard; "if ever you try to come bothering me with your talk again I'll forbid you the house." "Forbid me the house ?" repeated the astonished Hardy.
"That's what I said," replied the other; "that's plain English, isn't it ?" Hardy looked at him in bewilderment; then, as the captain's meaning dawned upon him, he stepped forward impulsively and, seizing his hand, began to stammer out incoherent thanks.
"You'd better clear before I alter my mind," said Captain Nugent, roughly.

"I've had more than enough of you.

Try the garden, if you like." He took up a paper from the table and resumed his seat, not without a grim smile at the promptitude with which the other obeyed his instructions.
Miss Nugent, reclining in a deck-chair at the bottom of the garden, looked up as she heard Hardy's footstep on the gravel.