Arethusa sprang up, almost overturning Ross.
"Who did you say, George?"
"Mr. Bennet." He extended the card-tray, and then the flower box.
"I won't see Mr. Bennet!" exclaimed Arethusa, all over pride at once, and drawing herself up.
"Very well, Miss Arethusa."
George turned to go, but Ross stopped him.
"Wait just a moment, George. Are you quite sure, daughter, that you hadn't better see him?"
Arethusa's eyes flashed.
"I won't see him, Father! I ... I...." she fairly choked over the words, her utterance was so intense, "I hate him! I never want to see him again as long as I live!"
George looked inquiringly at Mr. Worthington; this was no message for him to be carrying to the gentleman in the reception room.