“Stop!” said Mellersh. “Here’s another!”
Volume Two—Chapter Fifteen.
Mrs Burnett’s Seizure.
“I think we had better go too,” said Mrs Barclay at last. “But are you quite sure we can do no good?”
“No: indeed no, Mrs Barclay; and I am so much obliged to you for staying,” replied Claire.
“It was the least I could do, my dear, after making all that miserable rumpus about a few paltry guineas. Your papa will never forgive me.”
“Indeed, there is nothing to forgive, my dear Mrs Barclay. It was natural that you should be indignant,” said Denville politely.
“Thank you very much for saying so, but it’s always the way if I go out, and I shouldn’t be at all surprised if there’s something else wrong,” cried Mrs Barclay piteously. “I’m a most unfortunate creature.”