"I never said so," blurted out Mrs. Stanbury, with her usual weakness.
"No, mother. It was my saying. In discussing what was best for us all, with Hugh, I told him,—what I have just now explained."
"Then of course we must go," said Mrs. Trevelyan, who had gulped down her sobs and was resolved to be firm,—to give way to no more tears, to bear all without sign of womanly weakness.
"You will stay with us till your father comes," said Priscilla.
"Of course you will," said Mrs. Stanbury,—"you and Nora. We have got to be such friends, now."
"No," said Mrs. Trevelyan. "As to friendship for me, it is out of the question. We must pack up, Nora, and go somewhere. Heaven knows where!"
Nora was now sobbing. "Why your brother—should want to turn us out,—after he has sent us here—!"
"My brother wants nothing of the kind," said Priscilla. "Your sister has no better friend than my brother."
"It will be better, Nora, to discuss the matter no further," said Mrs. Trevelyan. "We must go away,—somewhere; and the sooner the better. To be an unwelcome guest is always bad; but to be unwelcome for such a reason as this is terrible."
"There is no reason," said Mrs. Stanbury; "indeed there is none."