“We’re going to have to do it all the same,” John replied, spurred on by the mention of Luther’s name to compel her consent.
“But, we can’t do it. Hugh especially directed in his letter that we must not go into debt.”
“I have not had the honour of seeing Hugh’s letter to you, and therefore I do not know,” John returned. That was another sore point.
“So you didn’t! Doctor Morgan read it to all the rest.”
Elizabeth had forgotten that John had not heard the letter read, and rose promptly and went for it. She laid it on the table at his elbow when she returned saying:
“I had forgotten—you didn’t hear it when the doctor read it that day.”
John Hunter brushed it aside with his arm.
“I don’t wish to see it, thank you.”
The letter fell on the floor. Elizabeth stooped quickly and picked it up.
“You may do as you wish about that; I shall not consent to the mortgage just the same,” she said, her temper getting the better of her at last. She turned to the bedroom to put the letter away.