He was a wicked man at heart, and would not scruple to turn the widow and her family out of house and home.
Mrs.Bright knew this, and Bobby knew it too; and they felt very uneasy about it.

The wretch still had the power to injure them, and he would use it without compunction.
"Yes, young man, I wanted to help you, and you see what I get for it--contempt and insults! You will hear from me again in a day or two.
Perhaps you will change your tune, you young reprobate!" "Perhaps I shall," replied Bobby, without much discretion.
"And you too, marm; you uphold him in his treatment of me.

You have not done your duty to him.

You have been remiss, marm!" continued Mr.
Hardhand, growing bolder again, as he felt the power he wielded.
"That will do, sir; you can go!" said Bobby, springing from his chair, and approaching Mr.Hardhand.

"Go, and do your worst!" "Humph! you stump me--do you ?" "I would rather see my mother kicked out of the house than insulted by such a dried-up old curmudgeon as you are.