"Daisy," impatiently said Cornelius, "have you nothing to do below? no lessons to learn?"
He could not have said "You are in the way" more plainly; I did not answer, but rose and left them.
"What brings you down here?" asked Kate, as I entered the parlour, where she sat alone sewing.
"Cornelius said I was to learn my lessons."
"Then take your books upstairs."
I objected to this; but Miss O'Reilly was peremptory.
"I am sure Cornelius wanted to get me out of the way," I said at length, to explain a refusal that naturally surprised her.
"Oh, he did!" indignantly exclaimed Kate.
"Indeed he did, Kate."
"I don't care a pin about that," was her decisive rejoinder, "but I am determined that he shall not lose his days as he loses his evenings: go up directly."