If, as you have informed me, you have actually sent it in, you will write to-morrow with due apologies and ask that it may be withdrawn.

I will see your letter before you send it." Michael had intended to be as quiet and respectful as possible, consistent with firmness, but a sentence here gave him a spasm of anger.
"I don't know what you mean, sir," he said, "by saying 'if I have sent it in.' You have received my letter in which I tell you that I have done so." Already, even at the first words, there was bad blood between them.
Michael's face had clouded with that gloom which his father would certainly call sulky, and for himself he resented the tone of Michael's reply.

To make matters worse he gave his little falsetto cackle, which no doubt was intended to convey the impression of confident good humour.
But there was, it must be confessed, very little good humour about it, though he still felt no serious doubt about the result of this interview.
"I'm afraid, perhaps, then, that I did not take your letter quite seriously, my dear Michael," he said, in the bantering tone that froze Michael's cordiality completely up.

"I glanced through it; I saw a lot of nonsense--or so it struck me--about your resigning your commission and studying music; I think you mentioned Baireuth, and settling down in London afterwards." "Yes.

I said all that," said Michael.