For that is what we are, at an events,
beggar-folk and sorners."
"By your leave, Miss Drummond," said I, "I must speak to your
father by myself."
She went into her own room and shut the door, without a word or a
look.
"You must excuse her, Mr. Balfour," says James More. "She has no
delicacy."
"I am not here to discuss that with you," said I, "but to be quit
of you. And to that end I must talk of your position. Now, Mr.
Drummond, I have kept the run of your affairs more closely than you
bargained for. I know you had money of your own when you were
borrowing mine. I know you have had more since you were here in
Leyden, though you concealed it even from your daughter."
"I bid you beware. I will stand no more baiting," he broke out.
"I am sick of her and you. What kind of a damned trade is this to
be a parent! I have had expressions used to me--" There he broke
off. "Sir, this is the heart of a soldier and a parent," he went
on again, laying his hand on his bosom, "outraged in both
characters--and I bid you beware."
"If you would have let me finish," says I, "you would have found I
spoke for your advantage.
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