As for Mr.Varleigh, I will write our excuses myself before we go away." She put out her hand to ring the bell and order the carriage.

I stopped her.

My childish pride urged me to assert myself in some way, after the passive position that I had been forced to occupy during the interview with Captain Stanwick.
"No," I said, "it is not acting fairly toward Mr.Varleigh to break our engagement with him.

Let us return to Nettlegrove by all means, but let us first call on Mr.Varleigh and take our leave.

Are we to behave rudely to a gentleman who has always treated us with the utmost consideration, because Captain Stanwick has tried to frighten us by cowardly threats?
The commonest feeling of self-respect forbids it." My aunt protested against this outbreak of folly with perfect temper and good sense.