“Learning?” bellowed the farmer, turning an inflamed visage upon his apprehensive guest. “Have you noticed anything wrong about my behavior?”
“Certainly not,” said his lordship, hastily.
“All I know is,” continued Miss Rose, positively, “I wish you were going to stay here another six months for father's sake.”
“Look here—” began Mr. Rose, smiting the table.
“And Annie's,” said Jane, raising her voice above the din. “I don't know which has improved the most. I'm sure the way they both drink their tea now—”
Mr. Rose pushed his chair back loudly and got up from the table. For a moment he stood struggling for words, then he turned suddenly with a growl and quitted the room, banging the door after him in a fashion which clearly indicated that he still had some lessons to learn.
“You've made your father angry,” said his lordship.
“It's for his own good,” said Miss Rose. “Are you really sorry to leave us?”
“Sorry?” repeated the other. “Sorry is no word for it.”
“You will miss father,” said the girl.