Perhaps the riffraff living in those houses sat at the windows to watch their betters; perhaps they dared to gossip-- He uttered an exclamation, and walked rapidly toward his own front gate.
The victoria had returned with Miss Fanny alone; she jumped out briskly and the victoria waited.
"Where's mother ?" George asked sharply, as he met her.
"At Lucy's.

I only came back to get some embroidery, because we found the sun too hot for driving.

I'm in a hurry." But, going into the house with her, he detained her when she would have hastened upstairs.
"I haven't time to talk now, Georgie; I'm going right back.

I promised your mother--" "You listen!" said George.
"What on earth--" He repeated what Amelia had said.

This time, however, he spoke coldly, and without the emotion he had exhibited during the recital to his uncle: Fanny was the one who showed agitation during this interview, for she grew fiery red, and her eyes dilated.