“With whom?”
“Lady Emily and Mrs. Elton.”
“I am sick of them.”
“I am going, Euphra.”
“Stay with me.”
“I must go. I promised to take care of them.”
“Oh, nonsense! What should happen to them? Stay with me.”
“No. I am very sorry. I wish I could.”
“Then I must go with you, I suppose.” Yet her tone expressed annoyance.
“Oh! thank you,” cried Hugh in delight. “Make haste. I will run down, and tell them to wait.”