He is just the man to forbid her on the spot to receive any more presents, and to sacrifice her comfort to his own pride.

But what she has said is quite enough to bring out a very angry answer, which she expecting, nips in the bud by-- "For goodness' sake, don't speak so loud; I don't want the servants to hear." "I am not speaking loud"-- (he has not yet opened his lips).

"That is your old trick to prevent my defending myself, while you are driving one mad.

How dare you taunt me with being a pensioner on your brother's bounty?
I'll go up to town again and take lodgings there.
I need not be beholden to any aristocrat of them all.

I have my own station in the real world,--the world of intellect; I have my own friends; I have made myself a name without his help; and I can live without his help, he shall find!" "Which name were you speaking of ?" rejoins she looking up at him, with all her native Irish humour flashing up for a moment in her naughty eyes.