"I know the consequences of giving up and taking lessons again from
Signor Foresti would be very unpleasant," she retorted.
"Leave the room!" he commanded, with a stamp of the foot that sent Lulu's heart up into her throat, though she tried to appear perfectly calm and unconcerned as she silently rose and obeyed the order.
"Really the most amazingly audacious, impertinent child I ever saw!" muttered the professor. Then aloud, "What is to be done with her, sir?" he asked.
"She must be made to obey, of course," replied Mr. Dinsmore.
"Yes, yes, certainly; but what measure would you have me take to bring her to submission?"
"None; you will please leave all that to me."
"Then if to-morrow she refuses to finish that interrupted lesson, you would have me simply report the fact to you?"
"No, sir; even that will be quite unnecessary; she will tell me herself. I am proud to be able to say of her that she is a perfectly truthful and honest child."
"I am glad to learn that she has at least one virtue as an offset to her very serious faults," observed the professor, dryly, then rising, "Allow me to bid you good-evening, sir," and with that he took his departure.
Mr. Dinsmore saw him to the outer door, then returning, began pacing the floor with arms folded on his breast and a heavy frown on his brow.