When she had finished, Mr. Shaw sat for some
moments without speaking, his eyes on the fire.
"It didn't seem very--wrong, at the time," Pauline ventured. "I had to
do something for Hilary."
"Why did you not consult your mother, or myself, before taking such a
step, Pauline?"
"I was afraid--if I did--that you would--forbid it; and I was so
anxious to do something. It's nearly a month now since Dr. Brice said
Hilary must have a change. We used to have such good times
together--Hilary and I--but we never have fun anymore--she doesn't care
about anything; and to-day it seemed as if I couldn't bear it any
longer, so I wrote. I--I am sorry, if you're displeased with me,
father, and yet, if Uncle Paul writes back favorably, I'm afraid I
can't help being glad I wrote."
Mr. Shaw rose, lighting the low reading-lamp, standing on the study
table. "You are frank enough after the event, at least, Pauline. To
be equally so, I am displeased; displeased and exceedingly annoyed.
However, we will let the matter rest where it is until you have heard
from your uncle, I should advise your saying nothing to your sisters
until his reply comes. I am afraid you will find it disappointing.
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