Come early to-morrow--come to breakfast--and doubtless all will be explained to our satisfaction." And so Mr.Walraven thought, and he fancied he understood Mollie pretty well; but even Mr.Walraven did not know the depth of aggravation his flighty ward was capable of.
Sir Roger did come early on the morrow--ridiculously early, Mrs.Carl said, sharply; but then Mrs.Carl was exasperated beyond everything at Mollie presuming to return at all.

She was sure she had got rid of her so nicely--so sure Mistress Mollie had come to grief in some way for her sins--that it was a little too bad to have her come walking coolly back and taking possession again, as if nothing had happened.
Breakfast hour arrived, but Miss Dane did not arrive with it.

They waited ten minutes, when Mrs.Carl lost patience and protested angrily she would not wait an instant longer.
"Eccentricity is a little too mild a word to apply to your ward's actions, Mr.Walraven," she said, turning angrily upon her husband.
"Mollie Dane is either a very mad girl or a very wicked one.

In either case, she is a fit subject for a lunatic asylum, and the sooner she is incased in a strait-jacket and her antics ended, the better." "Madame!" thundered Mr.Walraven, furiously, while the baronet reddened with rage to the roots of his silvery hair.
"Oh, I'm not afraid of you, Mr.Walraven," said Mrs.Walraven, coolly, "not afraid to speak my mind, either.

None but a lunatic would act as she has acted, running away on her wedding-night and coming back a fortnight after.