'Where is my maid?'
Elizabeth pointed out gently that, in speaking of the permits for
France, Major Mannering had only referred to the Squire and Pamela.
'Oh, but he must have meant me too--of course he must! Where is my
maid?' She rang the upstairs' bell violently. 'Oh, father, how
_awful_!'--the Squire had just entered the hall--'of course I'm
going with you?'
'What does she mean?' said the Squire impatiently to Elizabeth.
'Tell her I'm going alone.'
'But, father, you must take me!' cried Alice, running forward with
clasped hands. 'He is my brother! I must see him again!'
'He asks for Pamela,' said the Squire grimly. 'Aubrey shall wire to
you. You'd better stay here--if Miss Bremerton will look after you.'
'I don't want to be looked after--I want to look after Desmond and
you,' said Alice, with sobs.
The Squire's eyes travelled over the soft elaboration of her dress
and hair--all her perfumed and fashionable person.
'It is impossible,' he said sharply. Then turning to Elizabeth he
gave her a few directions about his letters.
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