“No; oh no, papa.”
“You hear, Frank Burnett. Claire, you can easily get her bedroom ready.”
“Look here, I shan’t stay,” cried Burnett. “I shan’t stay here.”
“Well, go home then. We will take care of her, you may depend.”
“It’s all nonsense. She shall come home.”
“My child is not well enough to go home,” retorted Denville.
“Frank dear, don’t be obstinate, for May’s sake,” said Claire. “There, go home, dear. I’ll get her to bed soon, and she’ll be better in the morning.”
Burnett looked from one to the other with his teeth set, and was about to burst out into an angry tirade; but he met the firm, cold gaze of his father-in-law fixed upon him, and it was irresistible. It literally looked him down; and, with an impatient curse, he left the house and banged the door.
Directly after they heard the rattle of carriage-wheels, and May uttered a sigh of relief as she watched the MC walk round the room extinguishing the candles.
“Oh, papa dear,” she sobbed, “he does behave so badly to me!”