“And neither are we here to tolerate your nonsense! Pack your bags and get going before I get my rifle,” Mr. Walker lambasted him and they both broke into an argument again.
Mrs. Walker heard all the commotion and called from downstairs. She pleaded with her husband to leave Armande alone and sit in the study.
“It’s late, we better rest now, dear!” She requested. as she couldn’t see anyone yelling at her one and only grandson who’d come all the way to visit them.
“Teach him some manner before telling me to calm down!” he snapped as he walked past her and locked himself in the study.
Mrs. Walker sighed and felt relieved that she had stopped them from breaking bones. She craned her neck and requested Armande to come down and join her in her drawing-room. “Come down dear, I know you’re up
