She read them with that composure which Mrs.Ingleton most detested, and put them aside.
"Am I to have no share in the general rejoicing ?" she asked at length, in a voice that trembled with indignation.
Sylvia recognized the tremor.

It had been the prelude to many a storm.

She got up and turned to the window.

"You can read them all if you like," she said.

"I see Dad on the terrace.