England -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Sisters -- Fiction
“By Jove! I had not thought of that; we must get on. Well, then, it is
all arranged. You must tell her that you thought it your duty. Put
it all down to duty, and it was your duty to do what you did--putting
entirely out of the question the service you did me.”
“I can tell you what, Frank, I am very sorry I ever meddled in the
matter. Had I known the vexation and annoyance it would have caused--and
mark my words, and see if they don't come true, we are only commencing
the annoyances that the affair will cause us. Ah, had I only foreseen!
What a fool I was; I ought to have known better; I have had nothing but
bad luck all my life. It is perfectly wonderful the bad luck I have had;
no matter what I did, nothing seemed to go right. I dare say if you had
gone to see that fellow without me it would have turned out differently.
But I don't see how I am to tell my sister point blank that I have
forbidden him the house. What will she say? She may fly at me. Women
have queer tempers, particularly when you interfere with their young
men. My sisters have the very worst of tempers; you don't know them as I
do. Fortunately it is not Sally. I assure you I wouldn't face Sally with
such news for all the money you could give me.”
“I am very sorry, old chap, but we must now go through it. You must
forbid her to communicate with him.”
“She won't heed what I say. It will only excite her. She will fly at me,
and call me names, and burst into tears. I should not be surprised if
she went off her head--she has been very strange once before. I don't
mean to say she was ever wrong in her head, but she is a nervous,
excitable girl--most excitable; my sisters are the most excitable girls
I have ever known.”
It was surprisingly soon over. Willy had not spoken a dozen words, when
he was interrupted.
“You mean to say you have been to call on him?”
“Yes; and we told him he was never to speak to you again.”
Frank expected her eyes to flash fire, but he only noticed a slight
change in her face, a movement of the muscles of the lower jaw.
“Then I will speak to neither of you again!” and she walked out of the
room, and in dismay they listened to her going upstairs.
“She didn't fly at me,” said Willy; and, looking a little terrified, he
stroked his moustache softly. “I told you she would give no heed to what
we said; nor do I see how we can prevent her seeing that fellow if she
chooses. He cannot come into the house, it is true, but she can go out
when she pleases.”
“We must follow her.”
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