I'll pay the shot and shut up this house for a while.

I'm sick of the cursed place, and can get to Harwich just as well from London.
Write and make the arrangements, for one year, no more.

By that time your temper may have improved," he added with an ugly sneer.
"Thank you, Father, I will." He stared at her for a little while.

She met his gaze unflinchingly, and in the end it was not her eyes that dropped.

Then with a smothered exclamation he stamped out of the room, kicking Isobel's little terrier out of the path with his elephantine foot.