Da Souza, that we
want to have nothing more to do with him. A fellow that can treat
ladies as he has treated us is no gentleman. You can tell him that.
He's an ignorant, common fellow, and for my part I despise him."
"Same here," echoed Miss Montressor, heartily. "We ain't used to
associate with such as him!"
"Hiram!"
Mr, Da Souza raised his hat and bowed; the ladies were tolerably
gracious and the fly drove off. Whereupon Mr. Da Souza followed
his wife and daughter along the drive and caught them up upon the
doorstep. With mingled feelings of apprehension and elation he
ushered them into the morning-room where Trent was standing looking
out of the window with his hands behind him. At their entrance he
did not at once turn round. Mr. Da Souza coughed apologetically.
"Here we are, my friend," he remarked. "The ladies are anxious to
wish you good morning."
Trent faced them with a sudden gesture of impatience. He seemed
on the point of an angry exclamation, when his eyes met Julie Da
Souza's. He held his breath for a moment and was silent. Her face
was scarlet with shame, and her lips were trembling. For her sake
Trent restrained himself.
"Glad to see you back again, Julie," he said, ignoring her mother's
outstretched hand and beaming smile of welcome.
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