They'll send her home.' 'I remember no such arrangement,' said the Squire, in a fury.
'Oh, father--why, I heard her speak to you! And I'm sure she wanted a little break.

She's been looking dead-tired lately, and she said she had a headache at lunch.' 'Very well.

That'll do,' said the Squire, and Pamela departed, virtuously conscious of having stood by Elizabeth, though she disliked her.
The Squire felt himself generally cornered.

No doubt she was now telling her story to the Penningtons, who, of course, would disapprove the gates affair, in any case.

The long hours before dinner passed away.