It was possibly due to these hidden emotions that Steele found Miss Matilda's society less depressing than her sister's, and he clung to it tenaciously until the entrance of brother William assigned him as by right to the position of audience to the ponderous conversation of this man of limited intelligence and no humour. William would have failed to understand that a man, even when young, would rather talk with a woman than be talked to by himself. The manner in which his sisters effaced themselves in his presence was a tribute to, as well as a recognition of, his masculine superiority. It was the want of a proper appreciation on his youngest sister's part in this respect that so frequently made it necessary for him to assert his dignity before her. He was angry with her now, and he passed her with his face averted, righteous indignation in his frown and in the set of his shoulders. Steele felt that it would be a pleasure to kick him; but when he detected the mischievous wickedness in Prudence's eyes, William's dignity became a matter for amusement rather than annoyance; the man was so obviously an ass. "The weather," William observed, as he took his tea, waited on by two of his sisters despite Steele's efforts to relieve them, "shows signs of breaking. The barometer has fallen." "The country needs rain," Miss Agatha remarked in tones of satisfaction. And for the next few minutes the advantages of a good downpour and the benefit therefrom to the garden as well as to the farmers, was discussed in detail: the watering of the borders, it transpired, fully occupied the gardener's time each evening as a result of the dry spell. Bored beyond measure, Steele took an abrupt leave, and declining William's invitation to take a stroll round the grounds in his company, seized his hat and fled. "She'll never stick it," he reflected, as he banged the gate and hurried away down the road like a man pursued. "She can't. She'll do a bunk, one day. I would in her place." And Prudence, defenceless in the drawing-room, meeting the brunt of William's anger, and the reproaches of the others, determined in her rebellious soul that if release did not come in some legitimate form before she was twenty-one, she would on acquiring that age obtain it for herself. CHAPTER SEVEN.