“Nonsense!” he rejoined; “what a fancy! My mother!”
“I've seen her since you went. She made me promise—”
But there Alice stopped, and Richard could get from her nothing but entreaties to be let out.
“If you don't,” she said at last, growing desperate, “I will scream.”
“Let me take you at least, then, a little nearer where you want to go,” pleaded Richard.
“No! no I set me down.”
“Tell me where you live.”
“I daren't.”
“I must see my old friend, Arthur! and why shouldn't I see his sister? My father and mother ain't tyrants! They know what that would make of me! They let me go where I please, or give a good reason why I should not.”
“Oh, they'll do that fast enough!” returned Alice, in a tone of mingled despair and scorn. “But,” she added immediately, “the worst of it is, they'll be in the right. Let me out, Richard, or I shall hate you!”