Hetty: So, uh, Gus Pike, this is the lot you choose, is it?
Gus: Go home, Miss King. Nothing you can say will change my mind.
Hetty: Change your mind? Bless of you. You think I care a wit if you sit here and rot after making such a fool of me?
Gus: Fool of you?
Hetty: Yes. I had such hopes for you, Gus Pike. Always. You were bright, you were ambitious. But most of all you had spirit, or so I thought. That's why I, I, I tutored you and fussed over you and coddled you and, and for what? So you could, uh, hide away here and, and throw your life to the wind?
Gus: It was no sense you and Felicity coming here. If you care about your niece, you'll take her home.
Hetty: Don't you give me that pious face or I'll slap you!