Sir Charles's land you'll never have; a better man has got it, and means to keep it for him and his.

Here, Polly! Polly! Polly! take this man down to the kitchen, and teach him manners if you can: he is not fit for my drawing-room, by a long chalk." Polly arrived in time to see the flashing eyes, the swelling veins, and to hear the fair orator's peroration.
"What, you are in your tantrums again!" said she.

"Come along, sir.
Needs must when the devil drives.

You'll break a blood-vessel some day, my lady, like your father afore ye." And with this homely suggestion, which always sobered Miss Somerset, and, indeed, frightened her out of her wits, she withdrew the offender.
She did not take him into the kitchen, but into the dining-room, and there he had a long talk with her, and gave her a sovereign.
She promised to inform him if anything important should occur.
He went away, pondering and scowling deeply..