I handed down her tea with a slightly contemptuous smile, and said nothing, for I had nothing to say.
“What have I done to offend you?” said she, more plaintively. “I wish I knew.”
“Come, take your tea, Eliza, and don’t be foolish,” responded I, handing her the sugar and cream.
Just then there arose a slight commotion on the other side of me, occasioned by Miss Wilson’s coming to negotiate an exchange of seats with Rose.
“Will you be so good as to exchange places with me, Miss Markham?” said she; “for I don’t like to sit by Mrs. Graham. If your mamma thinks proper to invite such persons to her house, she cannot object to her daughter’s keeping company with them.”
This latter clause was added in a sort of soliloquy when Rose was gone; but I was not polite enough to let it pass.
“Will you be so good as to tell me what you mean, Miss Wilson?” said I.
The question startled her a little, but not much.
“Why, Mr. Markham,” replied she, coolly, having quickly recovered her self-possession, “it surprises me rather that Mrs. Markham should invite such a person as Mrs. Graham to her house; but, perhaps, she is not aware that the lady’s character is considered scarcely respectable.”
“She is not, nor am I; and therefore you would oblige me by explaining your meaning a little further.”