"Well, you have accepted him?"
"No."
"You have not accepted him! Good heavens! Emma!—do you tell me you have refused him?—refused Lord Osborne!"
"Yes."
"Wicked, ungrateful girl! How have you the face to stand there and tell me such a thing? Are you mad, Emma? What bewitched you to refuse him?"
Emma remained silent.
"Speak, wretched girl! How dared you to refuse him?"
Emma looked at her haughtily.
"I shall speak to my brother," she replied coldly.
"It is your brother who will speak to you—Minx! Do not look at me like that! You are insufferable with your airs—and you just nothing! Owing every stick on your back to your brother and to me!"