But instead of storming, the Squire laughed contemptuously.
'Pamela's rights? Well, I'll discuss them when she remembers her
duties! I remonstrated with her one morning when the servants were
all giving warning--and there was nothing to eat--and she had made a
hideous mess of some instructions of mine about a letter to the
County Council--and I pointed out to her that none of these things
would have happened if you had been here.'
'Oh, poor Pamela!' exclaimed Elizabeth--'but still more, poor me!'
'"Poor me"?' said the Squire. 'What does that mean?'
'You see, I have a weakness for being liked!' said Elizabeth after a
moment. 'And how can Pamela like anybody that is being thrown at her
head like that?' She looked at her companion reproachfully. But the
Squire was not to be put down.
'Besides,' he continued, without noticing her interruption, 'Pamela
writes to me this morning that she wants my consent to her training
as an Army nurse.'
'Oh no,' cried Elizabeth--'not yet. She is too young!'
Her face showed her distress.
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