“I mean that I am sure you must have been very uncivil to her last night when you refused her the candle, for she cried a good half-hour before she went to bed; and Hildegarde does not cry for nothing! Perhaps if I had gone for the candle, you would have given it.”
“Perhaps,” answered Hamilton, absently.
“I am sure you would,” she persisted.
“Oh, of course, of course.”
“Well, I told her so, and wanted to get up and go to you—but she would not allow me.”
“She was right,” said Hamilton, endeavouring to overtake Madame Rosenberg, while she was speaking.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake don’t bring me again to mamma! I have been so lectured by her already—perhaps you heard what she said?”
“No, I was speaking to Major Stultz.”
“And he was so—so very rude to me—you have no idea.”
“He told you some unpleasant truths.”