In ominous silence the meal proceeded, and with the same thunderous air, when it was over, his father said grace and made his way, followed by his son, into the parlour behind.

He made no motion at first to pour out his wine; then he helped himself twice and left the jug for Robin.
Then suddenly he began without moving his head.
"I wish to know your intentions," he said, with irony so serious that it seemed gravity.

"I cannot flog you or put you to school again, and I must know how we stand to one another." Robin was silent.

He had looked at his father once or twice, but now sat downcast and humble in his place.

With his left hand he fumbled, out of sight, Mr.Maine's pair of beads.