“I was just going,” said Henrietta, taking this hurrying as an additional offence, and walking off in a dignified way.
It was hard to say what had affronted her most, the proceeding itself, the neglect, or the commands which Aunt Geoffrey had presumed to lay upon her, and away she went to her mamma, a great deal too much displeased, and too distrustful to pay the smallest attention to any precautions which her aunt might have tried to impress upon her.
“Well!” asked her mother anxiously.
“She would not let me stay,” answered Henrietta. “She has been putting on leeches.”
“Leeches!” exclaimed her mother. “He must be much worse. Poor fellow! Is Mr. Carey here?”
“No, that is the odd thing.”
“Has he not been sent for?”
“I am sure I don’t know. Aunt Geoffrey seems to like to do things in her own way.”
“It must be very bad indeed if she cannot venture to wait for him!” said Mrs. Frederick Langford, much alarmed.
“And never to tell you!” said Henrietta.