“Mrs. Coolidge, I have not the slightest desire to interfere in any way with Miss Coolidge’s prospects. The occurrence of this evening was wholly unpremeditated as far as I am concerned. But, madam, I wish it distinctly understood upon my part, that if the insults to which I have been subjected to-night are ever repeated I shall consider my connection with you at an end.”
Mrs. Coolidge could have strangled her as she stood there in her proud beauty, but she began to be a little afraid of her as well.
“Really, Miss Douglas, it seems to me you are assuming a great deal for a dependent,” returned the woman, haughtily.
“I recognize the fact, madam, that I am in a measure dependent upon your favor; but I am also aware that my services are of no small value to you. When I consented to take charge of your daughters’ education, I did not consent to forfeit my self-respect by quietly submitting to any abuse from any member of your family.”
Brownie’s tone was very quiet, but very clear and firm.
“What am I to understand by this language from you, Miss Douglas?” demanded Mrs. Coolidge, nearly choking with anger.
“That I expect due consideration from yourself and family, while I in turn render you all proper respect. I wish you good-night, madam.”
With a courteous inclination of her bright head, Brownie turned and walked from the room with the air of an empress.
Mrs. Coolidge stood looking after her for several minutes in utter amazement.
“Who is the little vixen, I wonder?” she ejaculated, when she had recovered her self-possession somewhat. “She is evidently far above her station; and, judging from her appearance to-night, she must have moved in society equal to any into which we are received.”