"You saw that she was vexed, She had other things to vex
her besides this about Mr. Robarts."
"And would not you answer any one who attacked Sir George?"
"No, not my own mother. I would let her say what she pleased, and
leave Sir George to fight his own battles."
"Ah, but it is different with you. You are her daughter, and Sir
George--she would not dare to speak in that way as to Sir George's
doings."
"Indeed she would, if it pleased her. I am sorry I let you go up to
her."
"It is as well that it should be over, Justinia. As those are her
thoughts about Mr. Robarts, it is quite as well that we should know
them. Even for all that I owe to her, and all the love I bear to you,
I will not come to this house if I am to hear my husband abused--not
into any house."
"My dearest Fanny, we all know what happens when two angry people get
together."
"I was not angry when I went up to her; not in the least."
"It is no good looking back. What are we to do now, Fanny?"
"I suppose I had better go home," said Mrs. Robarts. "I will go and
put my things up, and then I will send James for them."
"Wait till after lunch, and then you will be able to kiss my mother
before you leave us."
"No, Justinia; I cannot wait. I must answer Mr.
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