“Who do you think has just come in?” she said to her daughter.
“I know very well—Harry Netterville,” replied Rose.
“Yes; he knows you are here. What shall I say to him for you?”
Before answering, Rose looked at the young ladies, as much as to ask, “What do you advise?”
“See him, by all means,” observed Emmeline.
“Alone?”
“No; here.”
“Bring him in, my dear mother,” said Rose.
No culprit ever presented a more abject appearance than did Harry Netterville, as he entered the room with Mrs. Hartley. He seemed thoroughly ashamed of himself, and could hardly look at the young ladies.
“May I ask what has brought you here this morning, Mr. Netterville?” inquired Rose.