Carl
said, sharply; but then Mrs. Carl was exasperated beyond everything at
Mollie presuming to return at all. She was sure she had got rid of her
so nicely--so sure Mistress Mollie had come to grief in some way for her
sins--that it was a little too bad to have her come walking coolly back
and taking possession again, as if nothing had happened.
Breakfast hour arrived, but Miss Dane did not arrive with it. They
waited ten minutes, when Mrs. Carl lost patience and protested angrily
she would not wait an instant longer.
"Eccentricity is a little too mild a word to apply to your ward's
actions, Mr. Walraven," she said, turning angrily upon her husband.
"Mollie Dane is either a very mad girl or a very wicked one. In either
case, she is a fit subject for a lunatic asylum, and the sooner she is
incased in a strait-jacket and her antics ended, the better."
"Madame!" thundered Mr. Walraven, furiously, while the baronet reddened
with rage to the roots of his silvery hair.
"Oh, I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Walraven," said Mrs. Walraven, coolly,
"not afraid to speak my mind, either.
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