“Yes, except to hope you will never speak of this to me again.”
A half-suppressed oath broke from Henderson’s lips.
“You carry things with a high hand, I must say; but if this means that that fellow Temple has come between you and me, he had best take care! No one shall come between us—you have cost me too much!”
An evil look came over his face as he spoke—such an evil look that May half-shuddered and hurried away, and as she entered the house she met her stepmother in the hall, who looked at her searchingly.
“Have you seen Mr. Henderson? Has he spoken to you?” she asked.
May felt very angry.
“I wish you would not send Mr. Henderson to speak to me,” she said; “I told you it was no use.”
“You are a foolish girl, and you should not speak to me in that manner,” retorted Mrs. Churchill.
“It has annoyed me very much,” continued May, “about these things. I may certainly be allowed to manage my own affairs.”
“We shall see, but you are very impertinent, and I shall speak to your father about your conduct.”