"We have
shown Mrs. Crofton the grossest discourtesy, and I happen to know that
she feels it very much."
Janet Tosswill looked at her elder stepson with a feeling of blank
amazement. It had often astonished her to notice how completely Jack had
his emotions and temper under control. Yet here he was, his face aglow
with anger, his voice trembling with rage.
Poor Janet! She had had long days of fatigue and worry since the old
nurse's accident, and suddenly she completely lost her temper. "I don't
want to say anything unkind about the little woman, but I do think her
both silly and second-rate. I took a dislike to her when she behaved in
such a ridiculous manner over Flick."
"You were almost as frightened as she was," said Jack roughly.
"It's quite true that I was frightened for a moment, but only because
I was afraid for Timmy."
"I can tell you one thing--she won't come here again to supper unless
I can give her my word that all our dogs are really shut up. And I fear
I must ask you to undertake to see that Timmy does not let Flick out
after I _have_ shut him up."
Janet Tosswill held out her hand. "I think you'd better give me that note
back," she said curtly.
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