"Now then!" he repeated.

"You goin' to leave my house ?" "He will NOT!" sobbed Edith.

"Don't you DARE order him out!" "Don't you bother, dear," said Lamhorn, quietly.

"He doesn't understand.
YOU mustn't be troubled." Pallor was becoming to him; he looked very handsome, and as he left the room he seemed in the girl's distraught eyes a persecuted noble, indifferent to the rabble yawping insult at his heels--the rabble being enacted by her father.
"Don't come back, either!" said, Sheridan, realistic in this impersonation.

"Keep off the premises!" he called savagely into the hall.