If she writes to you otherwise than as I shall dictate; if she does not, when she has bethought herself, break with you once and forever,--all's over between us! She is no niece of mine.

She is dead to me.

I'll not speak to her, nor willingly look upon her face again.

I am a man of my word.

I have the honour, sir, to bid you a very good-day." He drew out and looked at his ponderous watch.