He would have got rid of his old fool of an agent and put in another, that she approved of, if she had wished.
But no!--she must try and dictate to him in public--on a matter of public action.

She must have _everything_ her own way.

Opinionated, self-conceited creature! When tea-time came he rang for Forest, and demanded that a cup of tea should be brought him to the library.

But as the butler was leaving the room, he recalled him.
'And tell Miss Bremerton that I shall be glad of her company when she has finished her tea.' Forest hesitated.
'I think, sir, Miss Bremerton is out.' Out!--was she?
Her own mistress already! 'Send Miss Pamela here at once,' he commanded.
In a minute or two a girl's quick step was heard, and Pamela ran in.
'Yes, father ?' 'Where is Miss Bremerton ?' The Squire was standing in front of the fire, angrily erect.

He had delivered his question in the tone of an ultimatum.
'Why, father, you've forgotten! She arranged with you that she was to go to tea at the Rectory, and I've just got a note from Mrs.
Pennington to ask if they may keep her for the evening.