She stood still
for a moment at the foot of the stairway, giving Mr. Dinsmore a look that,
had it been a dagger, would have stabbed him to the heart, but which he
did not see; then, just as the tea-bell rang, turned and began the ascent
again.
"Why are you going back, Lulu? did you not hear the supper bell?" asked
Mr. Dinsmore.
"Yes, sir," she answered, facing him again with flashing eyes, "but if my
brother is not to go to the table neither will I."
"Oh, very well," he said; "you certainly do not deserve a seat there after
such a speech as that. Go to your own room and stay there until you find
yourself in a more amiable and respectful mood."
It was exactly what she had intended to do, but because he ordered it, it
instantly became the thing she did not want to do.
However, she went into her room, and closing the door after her, not too
gently, said aloud with a stamp of her foot, "Hateful old tyrant!" then
walked on into Violet's dressing-room, where her sister still was.
Gracie had lain down upon a sofa and wept herself to sleep, but the supper
bell had waked her, and she was crying again. Catching sight of Lulu's
flushed, angry face, she asked what was the matter.
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