Young Jolyon's glance shot past him into the hall, and Soames
turned.  There in the drawing-room doorway stood Irene, her eyes
were wild and eager, her lips were parted, her hands out-
stretched.  In the sight of both men that light vanished from
her face; her hands dropped to her sides; she stood like stone. 

Soames spun round, and met his visitor's eyes, and at the look he
saw in them, a sound like a snarl escaped him.  He drew his lips
back in the ghost of a smile. 

"This is my house," he said; "I manage my own affairs.  I've told
you once--I tell you again; we are not at home." 

And in young Jolyon's face he slammed the door. 

End of The Project Gutenberg Etext Man of Property, by John Galsworthy