Before the meal was
over Julie had escaped from the table crying softly. Mr. Da Souza's
face darkened as he looked up at the sound of her movement, only to
see her skirt vanishing through the door.
"Shall you have trouble with her, my dear?" he asked his wife
anxiously.
That estimable lady shook her head with a placid smile. "Julie is
so sensitive," she muttered, "but she is not disobedient. When
the time comes I can make her mind."
"But the time has come!" Da Souza exclaimed. "It is here now, and
Julie is sulky. She will have red eyes and she is not gay! She
will not attract him. You must speak with her, my dear."
"I will go now - this instant," she answered, rising. "But, Hiram,
there is one thing I would much like to know."
"Ugh! You women! You are always like that! There is so much that
you want to know!"
"Most women, Hiram - not me! Do I ever seek to know your secrets?
But this time - yes, it would be wiser to tell me a little!"
"Well?"
"This Mr. Trent, he asked us here, but it is plain that our company
is not pleasant to him. He does his best to get rid of us - he
succeeds - he plans that we shall not return. You see him alone
and all that is altered. His little scheme has been in vain. We
remain! He does not look at our Julie.
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