“Yes, mamma.”
“Do you think so?” said Lady Millet sharply.
“He forbade Dick to call again after he had importuned him for money.”
“Foolish, reckless boy! That’s the way young people always seem to me determined to wreck their prospects. Your uncle Robert has no one else to leave his money to but you children, and yet you persist in running counter to his wishes.”
“I, mamma?”
“All of you. Do you suppose because he desired your father to take a little more notice of this John Huish that you were to throw yourself at his head?”
Gertrude squeezed her eyelids very tightly together, and took three or four stitches in the dark.
“I have always found Uncle Robert particularly kind to me.”
“And so he would be to Renée and to Richard if they were not so foolish. I declare I don’t know what that boy can possibly do with his money. But, there, I suppose being in a regiment is expensive.”
“Do you like Major Malpas, mamma?” said Gertrude suddenly.