"They would never agree to that," she said. "Then Edward has no right to hold you to your engagement. You didn't undertake to marry his mother." Mrs Henry felt particularly pleased with her Solomon-like solution of the difficulty. She urged Prudence to give it her attention. "You have the whole situation in your hands, if you like to be firm," she said. It was a shabby card. Prudence felt, to hold in reserve for the winning of the game. Nevertheless, if it was a shabby card, it was a very strong one: it threw the responsibility of decision on Mr Morgan's shoulders. "Don't let them bully you, you poor child!" Mrs Henry added, and passed a friendly arm around Prudence's waist. "Be firm, and show some spirit, and you'll win through." She took Prudence out motoring, to change the current of her thoughts, as she expressed it. "It won't help matters if you are ill on our hands," she said. William arrived at Morningside as a result of Mrs Morgan's letter, a pompously irate and blustering William, whose anger roused Prudence to a show of defiance, but otherwise left her unmoved. "This is a nice thing to have happened," he observed, his cold eyes resting with unsympathetic criticism on her white face, with the eyes ringed from sleeplessness and recent distress. "You have disgraced the family. No Graynor, whatever his faults, has acted dishonourably before. Your conduct is scandalous. Here have I been obliged to leave my business and start off at a moment's notice on your account. You show no consideration for any one." "You might have spared yourself the journey, so far as my pleasure is concerned," Prudence retorted. He insisted upon her returning with him by the first available train, an arrangement which suited Prudence, whose one desire was to get away from Morningside under any condition. Edward Morgan's sense of injury, which he made very manifest, and his mother's silent anger, were difficult to face. She had not seen Edward alone since the night of the dance; but he sought an interview with her before she left the house to which he had brought her in the proud belief that she would one day live there with him as his wife. He came to her in the drawing-room where she waited dressed ready for departure, with an air of perplexed and hurt inquiry in his look. He refused to believe in the unalterable quality of her decision. The whole thing was utterly incomprehensible to him. "Don't move," he said gravely, as Prudence started up nervously at his entrance with a hurried demand to know whether the motor and William were ready. "I couldn't let you leave without a further effort to arrive at some sort of an understanding. The motor will not be round for a few minutes. There is plenty of time. Won't you sit down?"