Percy opened the gate and came inside, and stood before her the next time she passed. She started with surprise.
"What do you want here?" said she.
"To speak to you."
"How dare you speak to me after your vile suspicions?"
"Well, but, Julia—"
"How dare you call me Julia?"
"Well, Miss Clifford, won't you even hear me?"
"Not a word. It's through you poor dear Mary and I have both been insulted by that wretch of a father of hers."
"Which father?"
"I said wretch. To whom does that term apply except to Mr. Bartley, and" (with sudden vigor) "to you."