Emily stamped her foot.  “Friend!” she cried.  “I don’t care for such friends.  I have heard enough.  I don’t wish to hear any more.  You were right, Mr. Daniels.  I apologize for doubting your word.  Aunt Thankful, you must settle this yourself.  I—­I am through.  I—­I am going.  Please don’t stop me.”

She was on her way to the door of the dining-room.  Heman Daniels called her name.

“One minute, Miss Howes,” he said.  “I trust you will not forget you have one friend who will be only too glad to work for Mrs. Barnes’ interests and yours.  I am at your service.”

“Thank you, thank you, Mr. Daniels.  I—­I have no doubt we shall need your services.  But please don’t—­”

John Kendrick was at her side.

“Miss Howes—­Emily—­” he pleaded.  “Don’t misunderstand me.”

She burst out at him like, as Captain Obed said afterward, “an August thunder tempest.”

“Misunderstand!” she repeated.  “I don’t misunderstand.  I understand quite well.  Don’t speak to me again.”

The door closed behind her.  Thankful, after an instant’s hesitation, hurried out after her.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” said Daniels, and followed Mrs. Barnes.

Captain Obed turned to his friend.

“For the Lord sakes, John!” he shouted.  “What in the everlastin’ do you mean?  What did you let her go that way for?  Why didn’t you tell her you wouldn’t do it?”

But Kendrick paid not the slightest attention.  He was gazing at the door through which Emily and Thankful had disappeared.  His face was white.

“John,” repeated the captain.

“Hush!” ordered John.  He strode to the door and opened it.

“Emily!” he cried.  “Emily!”

There was no answer.  John waited a moment and then turned and walked to the window, where he raised the shade and stood looking out.

“John,” said the captain again.

“Hush!  Don’t say anything to me now.”

So Captain Obed did not speak.  A few minutes later the dining-room door opened and Mr. Daniels entered.  His expression was one of complete, not to say malicious, satisfaction.  John turned at the opening of the door.

“Emily,” he began.  Then, seeing Daniels, he remained silent, looking at him.

“Kendrick,” said Heman, with dignity, “in the matter which we have just been discussing you will hereafter deal with me.  That is Mrs. Barnes’ wish and also Miss Howes’.”

John did not reply.  Once more he walked to the door and opened it.

“Miss Howes!” he called.  “Emily!  If you will let me explain—­Emily!”

“I’ll go fetch her,” declared Captain Obed.  John pushed him back.

“Don’t interfere, Captain,” he said, sharply.  “Emily!”

No answer.  Daniels made the next remark.

“I’m afraid you don’t get the situation, Kendrick,” he said.  “Neither Miss Howes nor Mrs. Barnes cares to see you or speak with you.  After this you are to deal with me.  They have asked me, as a friend,” emphasizing the word, “to act as their representative in this and all matters.”