I cannot trust one of you!" "Only listen, papa!" "I will have no altercation; I must go back to Margaret, since no one else has the slightest consideration for her." An hour had passed away, when Richard knocked at Ethel's door to tell her that tea was ready.
"I have a great mind not to go down," said Ethel, as he looked in, and saw her seated with a book.
"What do you mean ?" "I cannot bear to go down while poor Harry is so unjustly used." "Hush, Ethel!" "I cannot hush.

Just because Margaret fancies robbers and murderers, and all sorts of nonsense, as she always did, is poor Harry to be accused of wantonly terrifying her, and shut up, and cut off from Confirmation?
and just when he is going away, too! It is unkind, and unjust, and--" "Ethel, you will be sorry--" "Papa will be sorry," continued Ethel, disregarding the caution.

"It is very unfair, that I will say so.

It was all nonsense of Margaret's, but he will always make everything give way to her.

And poor Harry just going to sea! No, Ritchie, I cannot come down; I cannot behave as usual." "You will grieve Margaret much more," said Richard.
"I can't help that--she should not have made such a fuss." Richard was somewhat in difficulties how to answer, but at that moment Harry's door, which was next, was slightly opened, and his voice said, "Go down, Ethel.