“What are you doing there?” she said.
“Mr MacPhail told me to follow him, my lady, and I am waiting here till he wants me.”
Clementina went into the drawing-room, and was present during all that now follows. Lizzy also, hearing loud voices and still afraid of mischief, had come peering up the stair, and now approached the other door, behind Florimel and the earl.
“So!” cried Florimel, “this is the way you keep your promise to my father!”
“It is, my lady. To associate the name of Liftore with his would be to blot the scutcheon of Lossie. He is not fit to walk the street with men: his touch is to you an utter degradation. My lady, in the name of your father, I beg a word with you in private.”
“You insult me.”
“I beg of you, my lady—for your own dear sake.”
“Once more I order you to leave my house, and never set foot in it again.”
“You hear her ladyship?” cried Liftore. “Get out.”
He approached threateningly.