There was an awkward pause.

The position of the second son was the position of a wild beast in the house--a creature to be got rid of, without risk to yourself, if you only knew how.
Geoffrey spoke, and solved the problem "Open the door, one of you fellows," he said to the footmen.

"I'm off." "Wait a minute," interposed his brother.

"It will be a sad disappointment to my mother to know that you have been here, and gone away again without seeing her.

These are no ordinary circumstances, Geoffrey.