She started to her feet, as if Michael Vanstone had been present in the room, and had personally insulted her.
"I see," said the lawyer, wishing to spare her; "I may tell Mr.Michael Vanstone you refuse the money." "Tell him," she broke out passionately, "if I was starving by the roadside, I wouldn't touch a farthing of it!" "Shall I notify your refusal also ?" asked Mr.Pendril, speaking to Magdalen next.
She turned round from the window--but kept her face in shadow, by standing close against it with her back to the light.
"Tell him, on my part," she said, "to think again before he starts me in life with a hundred pounds.

I will give him time to think." She spoke those strange words with a marked emphasis; and turning back quickly to the window, hid her face from the observation of every one in the room.
"You both refuse the offer," said Mr.Pendril, taking out his pencil, and making his professional note of the decision.

As he shut up his pocketbook, he glanced toward Magdalen doubtfully.

She had roused in him the latent distrust which is a lawyer's second nature: he had his suspicions of her looks; he had his suspicions of her language.

Her sister seemed to have mere influence over her than Miss Garth.