“I see no ‘ought’ in the matter.”
“She is my sister and can introduce me to noblemen and distinguished people. She desires me to come at once. I have just had a letter from her. And what about my frocks, mother? If father is not ready to go you could go with me, dear mother! That would be just as well, perhaps better!” And she said these flattering words from the very summit of her splendid eyes.
“There are people here in Annis who are wanting bread and——”
“It is their own fault, mother, and you know it. The Annis weavers are a lot of stubborn old fogies.”
“They have only taken this world as they found it. Isn’t that right?”
“No. It is all wrong. Every generation ought to make it better. You said that to father last night, I heard you.”
“I doan’t always talk to thy father as I do to thee. It wouldn’t be a bit suitable. Whatever were thou talking to Captain Chandos for—if he is a captain—I doubt it.”
“His uncle bought him a commission in The Scotch Greys. His mother is Scotch. I suppose he has as much right there, as the rest of the Hanover fools.”
“And if thou are going to indulge thyself in describing people in the army and the court thou wilt get thy father into trouble.”
“I saw father talking to Squire Bradley for a long time this morning.”