An expression of dislike came into the face of Flora, as she said—
"He didn't ask for me?"
"Yes," was the servant's reply.
"Tell him that I'm engaged, Nancy."
"No, no!" said Mr. Johnson, quickly. "This would not be right. Are you engaged?"
"That means, father, that I don't wish to see him; and he will so understand me."
"Don't wish to see him? Why not?"
"Because I don't like him."
"Don't like him?" Mr. Johnson's manner was slightly impatient. "Perhaps you don't know him."
The way in which her father spoke, rather embarrassed Flora. She cast down her eye and stood for a few moments.