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ETHEL glanced anxiously at her grandfather to see the effect of these burning words. Charlotte had flung them at his head as if they were some weapon, and Sir Arthur might go down before them. But he showed no sign of fear, or horror, or resentment. He merely gazed long and fixedly at the speaker as if she had said something utterly beyond his comprehension. He might have been a child listening to a teacher whose words were over the head of his pupil. Then, gradually, the puzzled expression of his face gave way to a strange apprehension. His lips quivered. There was something almost pleading in his glance. From the bottom of her heart Ethel was sorry for him.
She turned swiftly towards Charlotte, but she could see nothing soft or yielding in her face. Surely there must be something very wrong, she thought. Surely Sir Arthur must have been guilty of some unheard-of crime to show such fear and agitation as this.