“It will look as though I wanted—”
“Exactly what you do want. You’ve been talking a great deal about the rights of women all your life; haven’t you found out yet that a woman’s best right is to obey her husband?”
“No, I haven’t, and I don’t think it is.”
“Then it’s time you learned that it is. We aren’t made for anything else, my dear, you and I; we’re ordinary women, and we must make the best of it. You can’t imitate Dolly Fane, so don’t try to.”
“It’s the very last thing I should do!”
“Well, go and beg the barbarian’s pardon, then; she would never do that.” Maud had a grudge against Dolly because she disliked gossip.
“I can’t!”
“Nonsense, my dear child! You’re going to. There’s your path; run along, like a good little girl, and be sure you don’t tumble on your nose.—And there’s half my bet won!”
Maud had sent her off with a maternal pat, and Angela found herself going obediently. Instinct led truer than reason. Down the shadowy path she came blindly hurrying, and ran full against Bernard, leaning motionless against a tree.
“Angela!”