Mildred made no reply.
“What is he going to do now, may I ask?” pursued her ladyship.
“Coming to reside with mamma, at Ouselcroft,” replied Mildred.
“Oh! she is good enough to take him back again, eh?” observed Lady Barfleur. “Well, she is very forgiving, I must say.”
“Mamma!” exclaimed Emmeline, reproachfully, and trying to check her.
“Nay, I meant nothing,” muttered her ladyship. “It is her own concern, not mine. I have no right to interfere.”
“I shall be greatly pleased to have him with me again—that is all I can say,” observed Mrs. Calverley, rather offended, for she felt the matter was carried somewhat too far for Chetwynd's patience, and dreaded an outbreak.
Happily, none occurred. Chetwynd could not fail to hear all that was said, but appeared calm and indifferent.
Lady Barfleur, however, had not yet exhausted all her displeasure.
“What is he going to do?” she asked, after a pause. “I suppose he has nothing.”