'You must leave father to me, Charley--I will do what I can with him--but you must go.' 'You don't stand upon ceremony, I think,' grumbled the boy, throwing his bread and butter about, in an ill-humour.
She made him no answer.
'I tell you what,' said the boy, then, bursting out into an angry whimpering, 'you're a selfish jade, and you think there's not enough for three of us, and you want to get rid of me.' 'If you believe so, Charley,--yes, then I believe too, that I am a selfish jade, and that I think there's not enough for three of us, and that I want to get rid of you.' It was only when the boy rushed at her, and threw his arms round her neck, that she lost her self-restraint.

But she lost it then, and wept over him.
'Don't cry, don't cry! I am satisfied to go, Liz; I am satisfied to go.
I know you send me away for my good.' 'O, Charley, Charley, Heaven above us knows I do!' 'Yes yes.

Don't mind what I said.

Don't remember it.

Kiss me.' After a silence, she loosed him, to dry her eyes and regain her strong quiet influence.
'Now listen, Charley dear.