Saying this she signed to Fanny to go out of the room, and, closing the door, locked the young gentleman in.
As soon as she had put on Fanny’s frock and shoes, and arranged her hair, she went back to release Norman, whom she found still seated in the chair, in sullen dignity, with the angry frown yet on his countenance.
Susan said nothing, but taking his hand led him down after Fanny, to the door of the breakfast-room. He went in willingly enough, for he was very hungry and wanted his breakfast, but the angry frown on his brow had not vanished.
“Good morning, my dear,” said his grandmamma, who was already there, and had just kissed Fanny, who sprang forward to meet her.
Norman did not answer, but stood near the door, pouting his lips, while he kept his fists doubled by his side.
“What is the matter with him, my dear Fanny?” asked Mrs Leslie.
His sister did not like to tell their grandmamma of his behaviour, so instead of replying, she ran to him and tried to lead him forward.
“I want my breakfast,” muttered Norman.
“You will have it directly your mamma comes down, and prayers are over,” said Mrs Leslie quietly. “Come my dear, and give me a kiss, as your sister does every morning, you know that you are my grandchild as well as she is, and that I wish to love you as I do her.”
“I don’t care about that, I want my breakfast,” exclaimed Norman, breaking away from Fanny, and going towards the table, to help himself to some rolls he saw on it.