If you leave, it will be against my wish.

Neither my wife nor I could ever desire such a step." "Your wife! Does she take state upon herself already?
To you and your wife, Sir Everard Kingsland, I return my humble thanks, but even Kingsland Court is not large enough for two mistresses.

I will never stand aside and see the pauper daughter of the half-pay captain rule where I ruled once." She swept majestically out of the room as she launched her last smarting shaft, leaving her son with face of suppressed rage, to recover his temper as best he might.
"He will never ask me again," she thought.

"I know his nature too well." And he did not.

He went about his work with stern determination, never consulting her, never asking advice, or informing her of any project--always deferential, always studiously polite.
There was one person, however, at the Court who made up, by the warmth of her greeting and the fervor of her sympathy, for any lack on his mother's part.