“It was exactly as I have told you.”
“That is enough. And now, may I tell my mother that you will put yourself in her, and the Mayor’s, and my, hands, and will do whatever we tell you?”
“I will be obedience itself—but you will not ask me to do anything that will make your mother or you think less well of me?”
“If we tell you what you are to do, we shall not think any the worse of you for doing it. Then I may say to my mother that you will be good and give no trouble—not even though we bid you shake hands with Hanky and Panky?”
“I will embrace them and kiss them on both cheeks, if you and she tell me to do so. But what about the Mayor?”
“He has known everything, and condoned everything, these last twenty years. He will leave everything to my mother and me.”
“Shall I have to see him?”
“Certainly. You must be brought up before him to-morrow morning.”
“How can I look him in the face?”
“As you would me, or any one else. It is understood among us that nothing happened. Things may have looked as though they had happened, but they did not happen.”