Laura seemed intimidated by her brother’s harshness. She shrank away with a movement that brought her nearer to the side of Lucius Delaunay.
“You never will allow that anything I do is right, will you!” she protested, in a low tone. “I’m not to have any diversion at all—”
“This is an old subject,” answered Sir Theodosius nervously, controlling himself with difficulty. “You know that there are manifold diversions to your hand if you would but use them. You are ill-educated, you have not many accomplishments—”
“I am out of the schoolroom,” retorted Laura, “and don’t intend to pore over schoolbooks.”
Sir Theodosius made a gesture with his hand as if he gave up the subject as hopeless.
“There was an invitation from the Frobishers in Warwick the other day to a ball. You refused it—”
“They
