It was the same with the letters, too, which for a month or so past, she had condescended to write him, after treating him most uncivilly in the autumn, and never answering a long screed--'and a jolly good one!'-- which he had written her from Paris in November.
As Elizabeth came in, Pamela was reading aloud a telegram just received, and Miss Bremerton was greeted with the news--'Desmond's coming to-night, instead of to-morrow! They've given him forty-eight hours' leave, and he goes to France on Thursday.' 'That's very short!' said Elizabeth, as she took her place beside Pamela, who was making tea.

'Does your father know ?' Forest, it appeared, had gone to tell him.

Meanwhile Captain Chicksands was watching with a keen eye the relation between Miss Bremerton and Pamela.

He saw that the Squire's secretary was scrupulously careful to give Pamela her place as daughter of the house; but Pamela's manner hardly showed any real intimacy between them.

And it was easy to see where the real authority lay.