"But there is no hat."
"There is one hanging up in the hall that looks like a lady's hat, for it has strings, try that."
"That old thing, covered with dust?"
"I dare say she will put up with it, if you will only find it, if not I am afraid we must stay at home."
"What shall I do?" she whispered to Caroline, in a trembling voice.
"Do as you like," she retorted, angrily, and aloud, as she turned to the window.
"Do come," said Selina, turning again to Hargrave, "Caroline never likes waiting with her hat on, it makes her head ache."
"I am sorry to hear it," replied the inexorable Hargrave, without moving.
"Well, here's a fix, all about nothing," cried Maria.
"I am sorry you think so," said Hargrave.