"
"You silly, spoiled, passionate boy!" exclaimed Miss Lou, rendered
self-possessed by the very extravagance of her cousin's anger. "Do
you suppose I will take either command or counsel from one who is
beside himself? Come, Cousin Mad, cool off, or you'll have some more
repenting at leisure to do."
She walked quietly out of the room to the veranda just as Major
Brockton was about to announce himself.
"Miss Baron, I presume," he said, doffing his hat.
"Yes, sir. Please sit down. I think we shall soon be summoned to
breakfast. If the worst comes to the worst," she resolved, "I can
appeal to this officer for protection."
"Mother," said Whately in a choking voice, "be ready to go the
moment you have your breakfast."
His passion was so terrible that she made a feint of obeying, while
he rushed out of the rear door. Perkins readily entered into the
plan, and gave Whately further distorted information about Miss
Lou's recent interview with Scoville. Mrs. Whately's horses were
quickly harnessed to her carriage, and Perkins drove it near to the
back entrance to the mansion.
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