Before the meal was over Julie had escaped from the table crying softly.

Mr.Da Souza's face darkened as he looked up at the sound of her movement, only to see her skirt vanishing through the door.
"Shall you have trouble with her, my dear ?" he asked his wife anxiously.
That estimable lady shook her head with a placid smile.

"Julie is so sensitive," she muttered, "but she is not disobedient.

When the time comes I can make her mind." "But the time has come!" Da Souza exclaimed.

"It is here now, and Julie is sulky.