“Yes, and a pretty business for her to hear—our child degrading herself like this.”
“’Tis very sad, James, but Mrs Mostyn made a runaway match with Captain Mostyn.”
“Eliza, are you mad too?”
“No, James, dear; but I’m afraid these are mysteries that men don’t quite understand.”
“Bah!”
“But they do not, dear. If you remember, my poor dear dad and your father were very angry about your wanting me. Dad said you were only a common gardener, but I felt—”
“Woman, you are as bad as your daughter,” raged James Ellis. “Was I a poor blind man?”
“No, my dear; for you always had very, very fine eyes, but—”
“Bah!” raged out James Ellis; and he went out and banged the door.