Trevor looked at her, his anger cooling; for he thought the housekeeper was suffering from mental excitement brought on by the disappointment consequent upon the failure of her plans.
“What do you want to say?” he said, quietly.
“A great deal. Ah, you see, you must listen. Now tell me—that Miss Rea, have you been talking to her father and mother?”
“Yes,” said Trevor, thinking it better to humour her till he could get her back to the house.
“Then go and break it all off—at once. Do you hear—at once.”
“And why, pray?” said Trevor, smiling—the position, now that his anger had passed, seeming ridiculous.
“Because you are to marry little Mary, as I wish,” said Mrs Lloyd, in a quick whisper.
“The parties, neither of them being agreed. Come, Mrs Lloyd, let’s get back to the house.”
“Richard,” cried the woman, shaking his arm—“listen. Do you hear me? How dare you laugh at me like this?”
“Come, Mrs Lloyd—come, nurse, what are you thinking about?” said Trevor, good-humouredly. But he was beginning to fret under the opposition.