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CHAPTER THE FOURTH
We left Miss Stanley with Ann Veronica's fancy dress in her hands and
her eyes directed to Ann Veronica's pseudo-Turkish slippers.
When Mr. Stanley came home at a quarter to six--an earlier train by
fifteen minutes than he affected--his sister met him in the hall with
a hushed expression. "I'm so glad you're here, Peter," she said. "She
means to go."
"Go!" he said. "Where?"
"To that ball."
"What ball?" The question was rhetorical. He knew.
"I believe she's dressing up-stairs--now."
"Then tell her to undress, confound her!" The City had been thoroughly
annoying that day, and he was angry from the outset.
Miss Stanley reflected on this proposal for a moment.
"I don't think she will," she said.
"She must," said Mr. Stanley, and went into his study. His sister
followed. "She can't go now. She'll have to wait for dinner," he said,
"She's going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the
Avenue, and go up with them.
"She told you that?"
"But why didn't you prohibit once for all the whole thing? How dared she
tell you that?"
"Out of defiance. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement.
I've never seen her quite so sure of herself."
"What did you say?"
"I said, 'My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?'"
"She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk."
"She'll meet somebody one of these days--walking about like that."
"She didn't say she'd met any one."
"But didn't you say some more about that ball?"
"I said everything I could say as soon as I realized she was trying to
avoid the topic. I said, 'It is no use your telling me about this walk
and pretend I've been told about the ball, because you haven't. Your
father has forbidden you to go!'"
"She said, 'I hate being horrid to you and father, but I feel it my duty
to go to that ball!'"
"Felt it her duty!"
"'Very well,' I said, 'then I wash my hands of the whole business. Your
disobedience be upon your own head.'"
"But that is flat rebellion!" said Mr. Stanley, standing on the
hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. "You ought at once--you
ought at once to have told her that. What duty does a girl owe to any
one before her father? Obedience to him, that is surely the first law.
What CAN she put before that?" His voice began to rise. "One would think
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