'Tell you I ain't had no supper.' Richard had walked to the neighbourhood of the fireplace, and was regarding his brother with anger and contempt.

At this point of the dialogue he interfered.
'And you won't have any, either, that I'll see to! What's more, you'll do as your mother bids you, or I'll know the reason why.

Go upstairs at once!' It was not a command to be disregarded.

'Arry rose, but half-defiantly.
'What have you to do with it?
You're not my master.' 'Do you hear what I say ?' Richard observed, yet more autocratically.
'Take yourself off, and at once!' The lad growled, hesitated, but approached the door.

His motion was slinking; he could not face Richard's eye.