\'No，Icannotsendyouaway:Icannot。Godknowswhatdarkfuturemayariseoutofthisevening\'swork；butIcannotsendyouaway!
Youmustsitdown，andIwillendeavourtocollectmythoughtsandseewhathadbetterbedone。
Atthatmomentaloudknockingatthehousedoorwasheardbyboth，accompaniedbyahurriedringingofthebellthatechoedfromattictobasement。Thedoorwasquicklyopened，andafterafewhastywordsofconverseinthehall，heavyfootstepsascendedthestairs。
ThefaceofMr。Swancourt，flushed，grieved，andstern，appearedroundthelandingofthestaircase。Hecamehigherup，andstoodbesidethem。GlancingoverandpastKnightwithsilentindignation，heturnedtothetremblinggirl。
\'OElfride!andhaveIfoundyouatlast？Aretheseyourtricks，madam？Whenwillyougetridofyouridiocies，andconductyourselflikeadecentwoman？Ismyfamilynameandhousetobedisgracedbyactsthatwouldbeascandaltoawasherwoman\'sdaughter？Comealong，madam；come!\'