“What! is that Miriam?” asked his mother coldly.
“Yes; she said she’d call and see Clara.”
“You told her, then?” came the sarcastic answer.
“Yes; why shouldn’t I?”
“There’s certainly no reason why you shouldn’t,”said Mrs. Morel, and she returned to her book. He winced from his mother’s irony, frowned irritably, thinking: “Why can’t I do as I like?”
“You’ve not seen Mrs. Morel before?” Miriam was saying to Clara.
“No; but she’s so nice!”