But if Samuel Barmby will go with you, I make no objection.' A movement of annoyance was Nancy's first reply.

She drummed with her fingers on the table, looking fixedly before her.
'I certainly can't ask Mr.Barmby to come with us,' she said, with an effort at self-control.
'Well, you needn't.

I'll speak about it myself.' He waited, and again it chanced that their eyes met.

Nancy, on the point of speaking, checked herself.

A full minute passed, and Stephen stood waiting patiently.
'If you insist upon it,' said Nancy, rising from her chair, 'we will take Mr.Barmby with us.' Without comment, Mr.Lord left the room, and his own door closed rather loudly behind him.
Not long afterwards Nancy heard a new foot in the passage, and her brother made his appearance.