“Oh, Mr. Sefton, I am so glad to be able to ask you a question. You were not vexed with me for going to Staplehurst with your sister?”
“Vexed!” returned Richard, in a tone that set her mind at rest in a moment. “You acted exactly as I expected you to act. When mother showed me your note I only said, ‘I never doubted for a moment what Miss Lambert would do; she would go, of course.’”
“Yes; I only hesitated for a moment; but, oh! what a miserable afternoon it has been!” And as she touched on the various incidents, including her tête-à-tête with Captain Broughton, Richard listened with much sympathy.
“I never dreamed for a moment that Edna would go after all, but it was just a piece of childish bravado. The foolish girl does not think of consequences. It is a most unfortunate thing that Sinclair should turn up at this moment; he is a little stiff on these subjects, and I am afraid that he is terribly annoyed.”
“Did Mrs. Sefton tell him all about it?”
“My mother? No; she would have given worlds to hide it from him. Edna told him herself that she was going in her last letter. Oh, you don’t know Edna,” as Bessie looked extremely surprised at this; “her chief virtue is truthfulness. She will defy you to your face, and trample on all your prejudices, but she will never hide anything.”
“And she actually told Mr. Sinclair?”
“Yes she did it to tease him, I believe, because his last letter did not please her. Sinclair has to put up with a good deal, I can tell you, but he wrote back in a great hurry, begging her not to carry out her plan. Sinclair told us both this evening that he could not have written a stronger letter. He told her that he had good reasons for wishing her to see as little as possible of Captain Grant. And when he came down just to give her a pleasant surprise, as he had a leisure evening, it was quite a shock to him to find his entreaties had been disregarded, and that she had actually gone after all. He is excessively hurt, and no wonder, to find Edna has so little respect for his wishes.”
“It was a grievous mistake,” returned Bessie sorrowfully. “I don’t believe Edna enjoyed herself one bit.”
“No; it was just a freak of temper, and she chose to be self-willed about it. I hope she will show herself penitent to Sinclair; she can turn him around her little finger if she likes; but sometimes she prefers to quarrel with him. I really think Edna enjoys a regular flare up,” finished Richard, laughing. “She says a good quarrel clears the air like a thunder-storm; but I confess that I don’t agree with her.”