Manners had heard the rustle of her gown outside the door some time before Lady Vernon had entered, and he shrewdly suspected that she had been listening to the conversation. The manner in which she re-opened the subject at once convinced him that his conjecture was right, and knowing the integrity of the baron he was ready to defend him.
"Sir George meant well enough," he said.
"Come now, Master Manners, that was bravely said," replied the lady.
"He has a kind heart, but it is apt to be too kind at times, and then
I have to go over it all again; you understand?"
"Perfectly, but Lady Vernon——"
"And you will perceive that we are within our rights in disposing of Dorothy as we wish," she continued. "Of course, she will consent to it in time."
"Never," returned Manners, stoutly.
"You are but a youth, therefore you are bold, but mark my words, young man, you will have less faith and more caution as your years come on."
"Will you accept Dorothy's choice?" asked Manners bluntly, disregarding the last remark.
"Do you suppose, Master Manners," replied Lady Vernon, "that Dorothy will withstand us? We are all agreed in the matter."
"All except Dorothy, maybe."