It's cowardly." "He doesn't frighten me, dear," said Mrs.Tresslyn, but her lips quivered.
Turning to her son, she continued: "George, if you will mail a check to Percy this minute, I will draw one for you.

A Tresslyn cannot owe money to a Wintermill.

We will say no more about it.

The subject is closed.

Sit down there and draw a check for the amount, and I will sign it.