"You are going to Monkshade, I believe, with Plantagenet."
"Well;—and what of that?"
"Dear Glencora, I think you had better not go. Do you not think so yourself?"
"Who has been talking to you?" said Lady Glencora, turning upon her very sharply.
"Nobody has been talking to me;—not in the sense you mean."
"Plantagenet has spoken to you?"
"Not a word," said Miss Palliser. "You may be sure that he would not utter a word on such a subject to anyone unless it were to yourself. But, dear Glencora, you should not go there;—I mean it in all kindness and love,—I do indeed." Saying this she offered her hand to Glencora, and Glencora took it.
"Perhaps you do," said she in a low voice.
"Indeed I do. The world is so hard and cruel in what it says."
"I do not care two straws for what the world says."