“She took a handbag—that is all. She will send for her trunk.”
“If you find out where she is living, just let me know, Jane.”
“I will if she is willing to have me,” answered Jane, independently.
“Look here, Jane,” said Curtis, angrily, “don’t forget that you are not her servant, but my uncle’s. It is to him you look for wages, not to Miss Florence.”
“I don’t need to be told that, sir. I know that well enough.”
“Then you know that it is to him that your faithful services are due, not to Florence?”
“I’m faithful to both, Mr. Waring.”
“You are aware that my uncle is justly displeased with my cousin?”
“I know he’s displeased, but I am sure he has no good reason to be.”
Curtis Waring bit his lips. The girl, servant as she was, seemed to be openly defying him. His imperious temper could ill brook this.