Mrs. Crawford bit her lip.
“What is the object of your coming? Does Carl wish to return?”
“I thought Dr. Crawford might have told you.”
“Carl wants his clothes sent to him,” said the doctor. “He only carried a few with him.”
“I shall not consent to it. He deserves no favors at our hands.”
This was too much even for Dr. Crawford.
“You go too far, Mrs. Crawford,” he said. “I am sensible of the boy’s faults, but I certainly will not allow his clothes to be withheld from him.”
“Oh, well! spoil him if you choose!” said the lady, sullenly. “Take his part against your wife!”
“I have never done that, but I will not allow him to be defrauded of his clothes.”
“I have no more to say,” said Mrs. Crawford, her eyes snapping. She was clearly mortified at her failure to carry her point.