“I consider these questions somewhat unnecessary. You know my wishes, sir, on the subject, and my mother also,” was the somewhat uncompromising remark; “but it appears that they are not to be met in this instance. I hope Mattie will be comfortable and not miss her sisters;” but he did not look at the poor girl, and the tears came into her eyes.
“Oh, Archie, I am so sorry! I never meant––-” she stammered; but her mother interrupted her:
“There is no occasion for you to be sorry about anything; you had far better be silent, Mattie. But you have no tact. Father, if you have finished your tea, I suppose you and Archie are going out.” And then Archie rose from the table, and followed his father out of the room.
It was Isabel’s business to put Dottie to bed. The other girls had to prepare their lessons for the next day, and went up to the school-room. Mattie made some excuse, and went with them, and Mrs. Drummond and Grace were left alone.
Grace had some delicate work to finish, and she placed herself by the lamp. Her mother had returned to her 105 mending-basket; but as the door closed upon Mattie, she cleared her throat, and looked at her daughter.
“Grace, I must say I am surprised at you!”
“Why, mother?” But Grace did not look up from the task she was running with such fine even stitches.
“I am more than surprised!” continued Mrs. Drummond, severely. “I am disappointed to see in what a bad spirit you have received my decision. I did not think a daughter of mine would have been so blind to her sense of duty!”
“I have said nothing to make you think that.”
“No, you have said nothing, but looks can be eloquent sometimes. I am not speaking of Archie, though I can see he is put out too, for he is a man, and men are not always reasonable; but that you should place yourself in such silent opposition to my wishes, it is that that shocks me.”