“We shall hear all about the quarrel,” observed the old lady emphatically, and with a mysterious nod, to her daughter.
“I won’t be kept here all day,” cried Master Howard, with a stamp.
“Well, wait a moment,” cried Clara, “and you shall have the other box of bonbons. I’ll ring and send Brooks; but you’ve to tell me where Vane Trevor is.”
“No I won’t, till I get the bonbons.”
Miss Clara was on the point of bursting forth into invective, but being curious, she did not choose a rupture, and only said,
“And why not, pray?”
“Because you cheated me of the shilling you promised me the same way, and I told all the servants, and they all said you were a beast.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Sir.”
“You do, right well,” he replied; “you asked me to tell you all about the tutor, and when I did you said it was not worth a farthing, and you would not give the shilling you promised; that was cheating; you cheat!”
“Do you hear him, mamma?”