Phillips--and had conquered. The still, small voice of Pity.
CHAPTER X
Arthur sprang himself upon her a little before Christmas. He was full of
a great project. It was that she and her father should spend Christmas
with his people at Birmingham. Her father thought he would like to see
his brother; they had not often met of late, and Birmingham would be
nearer for her than Liverpool.
Joan had no intention of being lured into the Birmingham parlour. She
thought she could see in it a scheme for her gradual entanglement.
Besides, she was highly displeased. She had intended asking her father
to come to Brighton with her. As a matter of fact, she had forgotten all
about Christmas; and the idea only came into her head while explaining to
Arthur how his impulsiveness had interfered with it. Arthur,
crestfallen, suggested telegrams. It would be quite easy to alter
everything; and of course her father would rather be with her, wherever
it was. But it seemed it was too late. She ought to have been
consulted. A sudden sense of proprietorship in her father came to her
assistance and added pathos to her indignation.
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