"So do I."
"You ought to come when he asks you."
"Why ought I? That lout would be there,—of course."
"I don't know about his being a lout, Ayala."
"He comes here, and I have to be perfectly brutal to him. You can't guess the sort of things I say to him, and he doesn't mind it a bit. He thinks that he has to go on long enough, and that I must give way at last. If I were to go to Queen's Gate it would be just as much as to say that I had given way."
"Why not?"
"Lucy!"
"Why not? He is not bad. He is honest, and true, and kind-hearted. I know you can't be happy here."
"No."
"Aunt Dosett, with all her affairs, must be trouble to you. I could not bear them patiently. How can you?"