"I don't know about that, miss," said the porter. "I've got to do as I'm
told."

At this Edith was silent; but her flashing eyes and a flush that swept
over her pale face showed her indignation.

"So this is the way he dares to treat me," said she, after some silence.
"Well," she continued, "for the present I must yield and submit to this
insolence. But it only shows more clearly the character of the man. I
suppose we must go," she continued, looking at Miss Plympton, and once
more opening the coach door herself.

Miss Plympton had been more agitated than ever at this last message, and
as Edith opened the door she asked her, breathlessly,

"What do you mean? What are you going to do, dear?

"I am going to Dalton Hall," said Edith, quietly. "We must go in the
brougham, and we must quit this."

Miss Plympton hesitated, and the maid, who was still more terrified,
clasped her hands in silent despair. But the porter, who had heard all,
now spoke.

"Beg pardon, miss," said he, "but that lady needn't trouble about it.
It's Mr. Wiggins's orders, miss, that on'y _you_ are to go to the
Hall."

"What insufferable insolence!" exclaimed Miss Plympton. "What shocking