“I do not think so. If you go to law——”
“But if they once get him, they will make an idiot or a madman of him.”
“Then you must see your aunt and persuade her not to send him there.”
CHAPTER XXIX.
ON A PEACOCK’S FEATHER.
As Mr. Menaida spoke, Miss Dionysia Trevisa entered, stiff, hard, and when her eyes fell on Judith, they contracted with an expression of antipathy. In the eyes alone was this observable, for her face was immovable.
“Auntie!” exclaimed Judith, drawing her into the sitting-room, and pressing her to take the arm chair.
“Oh, Auntie! I have so longed to see you—there have been some dreadful men here—doctors I think—and they have been teasing Jamie, till they had worked him into one of his temper fits.”
“I sent them here, and for good reasons. Jamie is to go back to Wadebridge.”
“No—indeed no! auntie! do not say that. You would not say it if you knew all.”