"Then let us have no more of this caste nonsense," said the young
man. "Forbid your granddaughter to marry or to see me. Send or
take her away. She will thank you a year from now. My thanks will
begin from the moment of release."
"Yes, you have made yourself extremely clear," said Madam Bowker
in a suffocating voice. To be thus defied, insulted, outraged, in
her own magnificent salon, in her own magnificent presence! "You
may be sure you will have no further opportunity to exploit your
upstart insolence in my family. Any chance you may have had for
the alliance you have so cunningly sought is at an end." And she
waved her ebony scepter in dismissal, ringing the bell at the same
time.
Craig drew himself up, bowed coldly and haughtily, made his exit
in excellent style; no prince of the blood, bred to throne rooms,
no teacher of etiquette in a fashionable boarding-school could
have done better.
CHAPTER XIV
MAGGIE AND JOSH
Wrath is a baseless flame in the intelligent aged; also,
Margaret's grandmother was something more than a mere expert in
social craft, would have been woman of the world had not
circumstances compressed her to its petty department of
fashionable society.
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