And with this leave-taking Charley was forced to be content; and, leaning on Richmond, he went out and took his place in the gig.
Then Richmond returned, and bowing his farewell and his thanks to Miss Jerusha, slightly surprised at the mollifying metamorphosis that ancient lady had undergone, he went up to Georgia, saying, in a low tone:
"Come with me to the door, Georgia; I have something to say to you."
"Say it here."
He hesitated, but Georgia looked as immovable as a rock.
"Well, then, Georgia, I want you to forgive my brother before he goes."
Georgia planted her feet firmly together, compressed her lips, and, without lifting her eyes to his face, said, in a low, resolute tone:
"Richmond Wildair, I won't!"
"But, Georgia, he is sorry for his fault; he has apologized; you ought to forgive him."
"I won't!"