"No not their folly."
"Guy," said his mother, again pausing a minute, and pressing her hand more heavily upon his shoulder, "you will not suffer this to alter the friendly terms you have been on? whatever it be, let it pass."
"Certainly; if they choose to apologize, and behave themselves."
"What about Fleda?"
"Yes."
"I have no idea they meant to trouble her; I suppose they did no at all know what they were doing thoughtless nonsense and they could have had no design to offend you. Promise me that you will not take any further notice of this."
He shook off the beseeching hand as he rose up, and answered haughtily, and not without something like an oath, that he would.
Mrs. Carleton knew him better than to press the matter any further; and her fondness easily forgave the offence against herself, especially as her son almost immediately resumed his ordinary manner.
It had well nigh passed from the minds of both parties, when in the middle of the next day, Mr. Carleton asked what had become of Fleda? he had not seen her except at the breakfast-table. Mrs. Carleton said she was not well.
"What's the matter?"