'Do you think I am afraid of my own son?
And such a son! A poor puppet,' she continued, purposely raising her voice as a step sounded outside, and Mr.
Dunborough, flinging open the door, appeared like an angry Jove on the threshold, 'who is fooled by every ruddled woman he meets! Ay, sir, I mean you! You! Oh, I am not to be browbeaten, Dunborough!' she went on; 'and I will trouble you not to kick my furniture, you unmannerly puppy.
And out or in's no matter, but shut the door after you.' Mr.Dunborough was understood to curse everybody; after which he fell into the chair that stood next the door, and, sticking his hands into his breeches-pockets, glared at my lady, his face flushed and sombre.
'Hoity-toity! are these manners ?' said she.

'Do you see this reverend gentleman ?' 'Ay, and G--d--him!' cried Mr.Dunborough, with a very strong expletive; 'but I'll make him smart for it by-and-by.

You have ruined me among you.' 'Saved you, you mean,' said Lady Dunborough with complacency, 'if you are worth saving--which, mind you, I very much doubt, Dunborough.' 'If I had seen her last night,' he answered, drawing a long breath, 'it would have been different.

For that I have to thank you two.

You sent me to lie at Bath and thought you had got rid of me.