"That is my opinion."
"Do you bear malice still?"
"I am thinking of your father's wound."
"That atones?"
"Your twelve-mile run helps."
"But you are still angry with us?"
"Does it matter? I am serving you."
"Be generous," said Miss Ottley. "We have been sufficiently punished. Not only have we lost the treasure, but there was no mummy in the sarcophagus."
"Be a lady and apologise," I retorted.
"No," said she, with a most spirited inflection. "It is not a woman's place."