They drank it silently, then paced on again, so intent upon their own emotions that neither saw a flushed and agitated countenance regard them from a doorway, and then vanish, smiling darkly.
"Governor!"
"Dearest Madam!"
"Things have come to a crisis, and I've taken a resolution," began Dolly, remembering that time was short.
"So have I."
"This is mine,—I'm going to Philadelphia."
"No!"
"Yes."
"How? when? why?"
"Be calm and listen. Aunt has given me just three days to choose between accepting P. and being sent home in disgrace. I don't intend to do either, but take matters into my own hands, and cease to be a burden."