"I hope you will, sir."
"I also protest against the treatment of my overseer."
"Very well, sir."
"You will please release my niece's arm and leave us to ourselves, as you promised."
"No, sir, I shall escort Miss Baron back to Mrs. Whately, from whom I obtained the honor of her society."
"Louise, I command"—Mr. Baron began, almost choking with rage.
"No, uncle," replied the girl, "you COMMAND me no more … Request me politely, and I will shake hands with Lieutenant Scoville, thank him for his courtesy to me and to us all, and then go with you."
The old man turned on his heel and walked back to the house without a word.
"Bravo!" whispered Scoville, but he felt her hand tremble on his arm. "That's your true course," he added. "Insist on the treatment due your age, act like a lady, and you will be safe."
"Well," Mrs. Whately tried to say politely, "have not you young people taken an ell?"