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The e would come I dread to o down I don't intend to see hi for your coffee and take your breakfast here with ry I'll go down"

"I don't care what he says, mamma, I shall do as I like hereafter"

With this defiant reply ringing in her ears, Mrs Lambert went slowly down the stairs to find the master of the house, sullen, sour, and vindictive, breakfasting alone in his great dining-roorunt of greeting, and Mrs La that his resentment still smouldered, stopped on the threshold pale with premonition of assault She would have fled had she dared to do so, but the maid drew a chair for her, and so she seated herself opposite hiirl?" he asked, harshly

"She's not feeling very well this , so I told her she needn't corunted in scorn "What happened over there last night? Everybody see, did you?"

"Yes"

"Whose idea was that--Clarke's?"

"No, father wanted to speak with Dr Serviss and Dr Weissmann"

"Weissmann was there, was he? What did he say?"

"He seemed impressed"

"What happened?"

"Father came, as usual--"

"I irl against me and upset Clarke I want to knohat it was"

"I don't think anything was said of you at all"

"Yes, there was You can't foolseeo away froainst my will--leavewith faces that would sourIt just convinces ot to have a definite understanding You've got to stop going to such houses and giving séances without my permission I won't have that under any conditions"

Clarke, who had appeared at the doorway, a worn, and troubled spectre of disht, Simeon That house reeks with the talk of wine-bibbers and those who make life a witticism Such an atmosphere profoundly affects Viola"