“And you let him have it?” he demanded, sternly.
“Of course I did. Why shouldn’t I?”
“You should have asked me.”
“And what business have you with Miss Florence’s trunk, I’d like to know?” said Jane, independently.
“Never mind; you ought to have asked my permission.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to wear any of Miss Florence’s things, Mr. Waring.”
“You are silly and impertinent,” said Curtis, biting his lips. “Did that boy tell you anything about her?”
“Only that she wasn’t worryin’ any for you, Mr. Curtis.”
Curtis glanced angrily at his cousin’s devoted friend, and then, turning on his heel, left the room.
“I’ll bring her to terms yet,” he muttered. “No girl of seventeen shall defy me!”