The Poem

112 | MYSTERIES: BRANDON. That ’s where he is, youscoundrel. Out of the way, fool! [Kunocking John over, bursts the door open and enters.| There you are, you snivelling little swine. My God! to think that damned puppy’s my son! Come out of it! VAUGHAN [who has entered and rung the bellfor the servants}. I shall have you locked up for assaulting my servant. BRANDON. And you for abducting my son. He’s coming with me now or, there'll be a fuss.) Mark my words, you rascal. — : [Enter two Footmen. VAUGHAN. Seize that man. [Zhey sezze and hold him after a struggle.| EEsmé! go away to your room; this is no place for you. Now, sir, say all you have to say. [Esmé watts in the doorway. BRANDON. . Give me my son, and be damned to you. That’s all; and it’s plain enough, I hope. PERCY. Father, I am leaving Mr. Vaughan’s house, as I shall only get him into trouble if I stay. But I will