"She's going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the Avenue, and go up with them.
"She told you that?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"At tea."
"But why didn't you prohibit once for all the whole thing? How dared she tell you that?"
"Out of defiance. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. I've never seen her quite so sure of herself."
"What did you say?"
"I said, 'My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?' "
"And then?"
"She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk."
"She'll meet somebody one of these days--walking about like that."
"She didn't say she'd met any one."
"But didn't you say some more about that ball?"
"I said everything I could say as soon as I realized she was trying to avoid the topic. I said, 'It is no use your telling me about this walk and pretend I've been told about the ball, because you haven't. Your father has forbidden you to go!' "
"Well?"
"She said, 'I hate being horrid to you and father, but I feel it my duty to go to that ball!' "
"Felt it her duty!"
" 'Very well,' I said, 'then I wash my hands of the whole business. Your disobedience be upon your own head.' "
