Mr. Thornton looked annoyed. His mother's eyes were bent on her work, at which she was now stitching away busily.
"Fanny! I wish you to go," said he, authoritatively. "It will do you good, instead of harm. You will oblige me by going, without my saying anything more about it."
He went abruptly out of the room after saying this.
If he had stayed a minute longer, Fanny would have cried at his tone of command, even when he used the words, "You will oblige me." As it was, she grumbled.

Mr. Thornton looked annoyed. His mother's eyes were bent on her needlework.
'Fanny! I wish you to go,' said he, authoritatively. 'It will do you good. You will oblige me by going, without my saying anything more about it.' He went abruptly out of the room.
