The librarian's back went up in anticipation.

If it was more about Raby, he would leave the room before he forgot himself.
"Mr Jeffreys," said the lady, and her words came slowly and hoarsely, "I request you to leave this house in half an hour." It was Jeffreys' turn to start and grow pale.
"May I ask why ?" he said.
"You know why, sir," said the lady.

"You have known why ever since you had the meanness to enter Wildtree on false pretences." "Really, Mrs Rimbolt," began Jeffreys, with a cold shudder passing through him, "I am at a loss--" "Don't speak to me, sir! You knew you had no right to enter the house of honest, respectable people--you knew you had no right to take advantage of an accident to insinuate yourself into this family, and impose upon the unsuspecting good-nature of my husband.

No one asked you for your character; for no one imagined you could be quite so hypocritical as you have been.

You, the self-constituted friend and protector of my precious boy--you, with the stain of blood on your hands and the mark of Cain on your forehead! Leave my house at once; I desire no words.