It was a very foolish thing to say. I felt so directly I’d said it; but I was in a temper, and wouldn’t draw it back.
Harry bit his lip; and Miss Measom flushed scarlet, and went out of the room.
“You’re very unwise to say a thing like that,” said Harry. “I can’t think what’s come to you lately.”
“I will say it,” I said; “and I am not the only person who says it. You are always sticking up for that girl against me. Both of her last Sundays out she has been home half an hour late, and you told me not to be cross with her about it.”
“You’re a foolish little woman,” Harry said. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Oh, yes; I dare say it’s not an agreeable subject.”
“No, it isn’t; get on with your supper.”
“I shan’t; I don’t want any supper,” I said, pushing my plate away.
“Oh, very well,” said Harry; “perhaps you’re better without it. I should think you’ve got indigestion now, and that’s what makes you so disagreeable.”
With that he got up from the table, and went and sat down in the armchair and lit his pipe, and took up the paper.