When he came again at tea-time, bringing a fresh supply of the same sort of fare, he found the first still untouched.
Lulu was very hungry, and really for the last hour had quite longed to eat the bread and milk, but from sheer obstinacy would not touch it. She thought if she held out long enough in her refusal to eat it, something better would be furnished her.
But now she fairly quailed before the glance of her father's eye as he set the second salver down and seating himself said, "Come here to me!"
She obeyed, looking pale and frightened.
He drew her in between his knees, put one arm round her, and taking the bowl he had just brought in the other hand, held it to her lips, with the command, "Drink this! every drop of it!"
When that was done, he commanded, "Now break this bread into that other bowl of milk, take your spoon and eat it."
Now thoroughly frightened, she did not dare disobey.
He sat and watched her till the meal was finished, she feeling that his stern eye was upon her, but never once venturing to look at him.
"Have you anything to say to me, Lucilla?" he asked as he rose to go.
"No, sir," she answered, with her eyes upon the carpet.