“How do I know whether she is at home or not. I left her there. Very likely she is with her Aunt Marian, telling stories about her mother.”
“She is better there than with you. What harm has she done you that you should talk about her in that way?”
“No harm. I dont object to her being there. She has very pleasant conversations with Mrs. Ned, which she retails to me at home. ‘Aunty Marian: why do you never drink champagne? Mamma is always drinking it.’ And then, ‘Mamma: why do you drink so much wine? Aunty Marian never drinks any.’ Good heavens! the little devil told me this morning by way of consolation that she always takes care not to tell her Aunty that I get drunk.”
“What did you do to her for saying it?”
“Dont lose your temper. I didnt strangle her, nor even box her ears. Why should I? She only repeats what you teach her.”
“She repeats what her eyes and ears teach her. If she learned the word from me, she learned the meaning from you. A nice lesson for a child hardly three years old.”
Susanna sat down on a bench, and looked down at her feet. After a few moments, she tightened her lips; rose; and walked away.
“Hallo! Where are you going to?” said Marmaduke, following her.
“I’m going to get some drink. I have been sober and miserable ever since I wrote to you. I have not got much thanks for it, except to be made more miserable. So I’ll get drunk, and be happy.”
“No, you shant,” said Marmaduke, seizing her arm, and forcibly stopping her.