come to be trouble and bitter words. Lady Rowley had been right
when she said that her daughter Emily also liked to have her own
way.

'If I am suspected,' said Mrs Trevelyan to her sister one morning,
as they sat together in the little back drawing-room, 'life will
not be worth having.'

'How can you talk of being suspected, Emily?'

'What does he mean then by saying that he would rather not have
Colonel Osborne here? A man older than my own father, who has known
me since I was a baby!'

'He didn't mean anything of that kind, Emily. You know he did not,
and you should not say so. It would be too horrible to think of.'

'It was a great deal too horrible to be spoken, I know. If he does
not beg my pardon, I shall I shall continue to live with him, of
course, as a sort of upper servant, because of baby. But he shall
know what I think and feel.'

'If I were you I would forget it.'

'How can I forget it? Nothing that I can do pleases him. He is civil
and kind to you because he is not your master; but you don't know
what things he says to me. Am I to tell Colonel Osborne not to
come? Heavens and earth! How should I ever hold up my head again
if I were driven to do that? He will be here today I have no doubt;
and Louis will sit there below in the library, and hear his step,