"I hate him, Miss," she cried with a stamp of her pretty foot. "I sha'n't never forgive him for the things he's said to-day! I sha'n't never speak to him again! Not a word, Miss. Not if I live to be a thousand!"
At that I stopped her, and I don't know any more.
Friday, three o'clock.
Susan came to me in the summer-house this morning, and said firmly:
"Please, Miss, I've decided."
Certainly I am out of sorts. As she paused on the verge of her announcement, my heart stood still. No doubt the strain and excitement of these three weeks have sapped me and mined me, and Susan's and Gibson's affairs have been so constantly present to my mind that I suppose they have become affairs of my own. Anyhow, I felt myself chilling ridiculously and going pale as Susan spoke.
"What have you decided?" I asked at last.
"I have decided," replied Susan in her most important manner, "that I will keep company with his Lordship for a month. I mean, Miss, when we're back at Traxelby."
"You'll take him for a month on trial?" I said, jesting feebly.
"Yes, Miss. I don't think I ought to be married to him till I'm sure I can put up with him."