“You will tell him all kinds of lies. I know that.”
“I do not lie.”
“Perhaps not; but you misrepresent things so, that you make it impossible for Archie to get at the truth. I want to see my aunt. You have kept me from her, and kept her from me, until I am sick for a sight of those who really love me. I am going to Aunt Kilgour’s this very morning, whether you like it or not.”
“You shall not leave this house until Archie comes back from Largo. I will not take the responsibility.”
“We shall see. I will take the responsibility myself. I am mistress of Braelands. You will please remember that fact. And I know my rights, though I have allowed you to take them from me.”
“Sophy, listen to me.”
“I am going to Aunt Kilgour’s.”
“Archie will be very angry.”
“Not if you will let him judge for himself. Anyway, I don’t care. I am going to see my aunt! You expect Archie to be always thinking of feelings, and your likes and dislikes. I have just as good a right to care about my aunt’s feelings. She was all the same as mother to me. I have been a wicked lassie not to have gone to her lang syne.”
“Wicked lassie! Lang syne! I wish you would at least try to speak like a lady.”