"Am I to endure such insolence from my own child?
The lawyers will be here to-morrow.

The contract will be signed, and, thank God, I shall soon be rid of you.

I'll place you in the hands of one who will break your damnable will and curb your vixenish temper." Then he turned to Lady Crawford.

"Dorothy, if there is anything to do in the way of gowns and women's trumpery in preparation for the wedding, begin at once, for the ceremony shall come off within a fortnight." This was beyond Dorothy's power to endure.

Madge felt the storm coming and clutched her by the arm in an effort to stop her, but nothing could have done that.
"I marry Lord Stanley ?" she asked in low, bell-like tones, full of contempt and disdain.