“Has she made you feel like a flayed woman in a furze bush?”
“She was very nice to me. She is wretched about Rose.”
“I should think she ought to be.”
“I can see that she fears Rose is——”
“Drinking too much. Don’t mince the words, Yanna. They are ugly enough to make one hate the sin they describe.”
“Her mother thinks she is too solitary. She is going to make her go to church, and she hopes that you will stand by her in society.”
“I will do nothing of the kind.”
“Dear cousin, if she has a quiet little dinner party, and her mother and Harry and I are present, I am sure you will also go.”
“No! I shall not!”