"It is being decided," said Laetitia.
Vernon was paler than the hue of perfect calmness.
"I want to know whether I ought to take to my heels like Crossjay, and shun the Professor," he said.
They spoke in under-tones, furtively watching the door.
"I wish what she wishes, I am sure; but it will go badly with the boy," said Laetitia.
"Oh, well, then I'll take him," said Vernon, "I would rather. I think I can manage it."
Again the laboratory door opened. This time it shut behind Miss Middleton. She was highly flushed. Seeing them, she shook the storm from her brows, with a dead smile; the best piece of serenity she could put on for public wear.
She took a breath before she moved.
Vernon strode out of the house.
Clara swept up to Laetitia.