She refused to come down-stairs all day, and, when he was sitting down to dinner, he sent up for her.

She sent him for an answer, that she did not want any dinner, and that she was going to stay where she was.
The Vicar ate his dinner notwithstanding.

He was vexed, but, on the whole, felt satisfied with himself.

This sort of thing, he said to himself, was to be expected.

She would get over it in time.