Don't you go talking to Mr.Harden in the way you do, Marcella.

I don't like it, and I won't have it.

You have the interests of your family and your home to think of first." "Poor starved things!" said Marcella sarcastically--"living in such a _den_!" And she swept her white hand round, as though calling to witness the room in which they sat.
"I tell you," said Mr.Boyce, rising and standing before the fire, whence he angrily surveyed the handsome daughter who was in truth so little known to him, and whose nature and aims during the close contact of the last few weeks had become something of a perplexity and disturbance to him,--"I tell you our great effort, the effort of us all, must be to keep up the family position!--_our_ position.

Look at that library, and its condition; look at the state of these wall-papers; look at the garden; look at the estate books if it comes to that.

Why, it will be years before, even with all my knowledge of affairs, I can pull the thing through--years!" Mrs.Boyce gave a slight cough--she had pushed back her chair, and was alternately studying her husband and daughter.