Miss Stanley reflected on this proposal for a moment.
“I don’t think she will,” she said.
“She must,” said Mr. Stanley, and went into his study. His sister followed. “She can’t go now. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably.
“She’s going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the Avenue, and go up with them.
“She told you that?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“At tea.”
“But why didn’t you prohibit once for all the whole thing? How dared she tell you that?”
“Out of defiance. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself.”