“Yes; I have to meet Medway and Stephenson. I am sorry to disappoint you and Miss Lambert but Thursday is never a free day with me.”
“No, indeed, nor any other day of the week when I want you to do anything,” returned Edna, with rising excitement. “Now don’t make any more excuses, Richard. Do you think I am a child to believe in your Medways and Stephensons? I saw you look at mamma before you answered, and you think she does not wish me to go.”
“My darling, why need you excite yourself so?” exclaimed Mrs. Sefton.
“It is you that excite me, mamma, you and Richard. You have got some foolish notion in your heads about Captain Grant, just because the poor man is civil to me. You treat me, both of you, as though I were a baby—as though I could not be trusted to take care of myself. It is very unjust,” continued Edna, “and I will not bear it from Richard.”
“I confess I don’t see the gist of your remarks,” returned her brother, who was now growing angry in his turn; “and I don’t think all this can be very amusing to Miss Lambert. If my mother has an objection to your keeping up an acquaintance with Captain Grant, it is your duty to give the thing up. In my opinion she is right; he is not the sort of friend for you, Edna, and his mother is disliked by all the officers’ wives. I should think Sinclair would have a right to object to your frequent visits to Staplehurst.”
But Edna was in no mood to listen to reason.
“Neville knows better than to state his objections to me,” she returned haughtily; “and it is quite unnecessary to drag his name into the present conversation. I will only trouble you to answer me one question: Do you absolutely refuse to do me this favor, to drive Miss Lambert and me over to Staplehurst on Thursday?”
“I must refuse,” returned Richard firmly. “It is quite true that my engagement can be put off, but it is so evident that my mother objects to the whole thing, that I will not be a party to your disobeying her wishes.”
Edna rose from the table and made him a profound courtesy. “Thank you for your moral lecture, Richard; but it is quite thrown away. I am not going to be controlled like a child. If you will not take us, Bessie and I will go alone. I quite mean it, mamma.” And Edna marched angrily out of the room.
“Oh, dear,” observed Mrs. Sefton fretfully; “I have not seen her so put out for months; it must have been your manner, Richard. You were so hard on the poor child. Now she will go and make herself ill with crying.”