Aggie has got that cousin of hers to amuse her, and I should feel only in the way, if I went." Mr.Wilks was fairly out of temper at the way things were going.

He was angry with James; angry with the squire, who evidently viewed with satisfaction the good understanding between his granddaughter and nephew; angry, for the first time in his life, with Aggie herself.
"You are growing a downright little flirt, Miss Aggie," he said one day, when the girl came in from the garden, where she had been laughing and chatting with her cousin.
He had intended to speak playfully, but there was an earnestness in his tone which the girl, at once, detected.
"Are you really in earnest, grampa ?" she asked, for she still retained the childish name for her grandfather--so distinguishing him from the squire, whom she always called grandpapa.
"No; I don't know that I am in earnest, Aggie," he said, trying to speak lightly; "and yet, perhaps, to some extent I am." "I am sure you are," the girl said.

"Oh, grampa! You are not really cross with me, are you ?" and the tears at once sprang into her eyes.

"I have not been doing anything wrong, have I ?" "No, my dear, not in the least wrong," her grandfather said hastily.
"Still, you know, I don't like seeing Jim, who has always been so good and kind to you, quite neglected, now this young fellow, who is not fit to hold a candle to him, has turned up." "Well, I haven't neglected him, grampa.

He has neglected me.