She remembered the child who had hidden herself in the woods as something very far away.
And yet she did not want to talk about 'Arthur,' as she had always called him, and there was a certain tremor and excitement in her mind about him.

The idea of being prevented from seeing him was absurd--intolerable.

She was already devising ways and means of doing it.

It was really not to be expected that filial obedience should reign at Mannering.
* * * * * The twins had long left the subject of the embargo on Chetworth, and were wrangling and chaffing over the details of Desmond's packing, when there was a knock at the door.
Pamela stiffened at once.
'Come in!' Miss Bremerton entered.
'Are you very busy ?' 'Not at all!' said Desmond politely, scurrying with his best Eton manners to find a chair for the newcomer.

'It's an awful muddle, but that's Pamela!' Pamela aimed a sponge-bag at him, which he dodged, and Elizabeth Bremerton sat down.
'I want to hold a council with you,' she said, turning a face just touched with laughter from one to the other.