He knew what that meant, even if he could
not appreciate her conduct. Maynard had scowled upon him; Mrs.
Whately bestowed merely a glance of cold contempt, while her son had
failed him utterly as an ally. He therefore sullenly drove his
malice back into his heart with the feeling that he must now bide
his time.
Even Mr. Baron was curt and said briefly before he left the ground,
"Be sure you're right before you go ahead. Hereafter give your
orders quietly and let me know who disobeys."
The old planter was at his wit's end about his niece, but even he
was compelled to see that his former methods with her would not
answer. New ideas were being forced upon him as if by surgical
operations. Chief among them was the truth that she could no longer
be managed or restrained by fear or mere authority on the part of
any one. He would look at her in a sort of speechless wonder and ask
himself if she were the child to whom he had supposed himself
infallible so many years. His wife kept on the even tenor of her way
more unswervingly than any one on the place.
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