Without a word Angela got up quietly and left the room. Her manner
was entirely unmoved. She had spoken from her inmost convictions.
The fact that they were opposed to her father was immaterial. She
loathed tyranny and his method of shutting the mouths of those who
disagreed with him was particularly obnoxious to her. It was also
most ineffectual with her. From childhood she had always spoken as
she felt. No discipline checked her. Freedom of speech as well as
freedom of thought were as natural and essential to her as breathing
was.

From that time she saw but little of her father. When he died he
left her to her brother's care. Kingsnorth made no absolute
provision for her. She was to be dependent on Nathaniel. When the
time came that she seemed to wish to marry, if her brother approved
of the match, he should make a handsome settlement on her.

In response to her request Nathaniel allowed her to go with him to
Ireland on his tour of inspection.

Mr. Chichester was actively engaged at the Old Bailey on an
important criminal case, so Monica also joined them.

Everything Angela saw in Ireland appealed to her quick sympathy and
gentle heart. It was just as she had thought and read and listened
to. On every side she saw a kindly people borne down by the weight
of poverty. Lives ruined by sickness and the lack of nourishment. A
splendid race perishing through misgovernment and intolerant
ignorance.