For a few seconds he could not speak, so great was his emotion.

When, at length, he did, his voice was as thick and laden with rage as a dense mist is with rain.
"You impudent young rascal!" he began, "you ungrateful foundling! Do you suppose that when my brother left you to starve--which was all that you were fit for--I picked you out of the gutter for this: that you should have the insolence to come and tell me how to conduct my business?
Now, young man, I'll just tell you what it is.

You can be off and conduct a business of your own on whatever principles you choose.

Get out of Meeson's, Sir; and never dare to show your nose here again, or I'll give the porters orders to hustle you off the premises! And, now, that isn't all.

I've done with you, never you look to me for another sixpence! I'm not going to support you any longer, I can tell you.