'So, you don't want him to be at Chimsworthy?'
'I do not desire to be under obligation there.'
'You have no objection to placing yourself under obligation to me?'
Honor did not like the tone. She did not understand his returning to the same point; she turned uneasily to her father, and asked him to put in a word for poor Charles.
'Mr. Langford is more likely to grant a boon to you than to me,' answered Oliver evasively.
'Sit down, Honor,' he said. 'You have remained standing the whole time you have been here.'
'I have been making a request,' she answered.
'The request is granted. Sit down.'
She was reluctant, yet unwilling to disoblige.
Oliver signed to her to take a place. She obeyed. She was uncomfortable. There was an indefinable something in the way in which the old yeoman looked at and addressed her, something equally indefinable in her father's manner, that combined to disturb her.