'He is my brother! I must see him again!' 'He asks for Pamela,' said the Squire grimly.

'Aubrey shall wire to you.

You'd better stay here--if Miss Bremerton will look after you.' 'I don't want to be looked after--I want to look after Desmond and you,' said Alice, with sobs.
The Squire's eyes travelled over the soft elaboration of her dress and hair--all her perfumed and fashionable person.
'It is impossible,' he said sharply.

Then turning to Elizabeth he gave her a few directions about his letters.

'I shall get money in town.