Madam Fulton spoke quite eagerly.
"But, bless you, child, I like you the better for it. It makes you human. Your decorum is the only thing I've ever had to complain of. If I could find a weakness in you now and then, we should agree like two peas in a pod."
Electra stood taller and straighter.
"At least," she said, "the young woman is here, and we have got to do our best about it."
"The young woman! Don't talk as if she were a kitchen wench. What's the use, Electra! What's the sense in being so irreproachable? Come off your stilts while we're alone together."
"But, grandmother," said Electra, with an accession of firmness, and leaving irrelevant strictures to be considered in the silence of her room, "I shall neither acknowledge her nor shall I invite her here."
"You won't acknowledge her?"
"Not until she brings me proof."
"You won't ask for it?"
"I shan't ask for it. It is for her to act, not for me."