"Tell me something, Martha; will you?"
"What is it, Miss Dorothy?"
"Be a dear good woman now, and tell me true. Would she be better if I were with her?"
"She don't like being alone, miss. I don't know nobody as does."
"But now, about Mr. Brooke, you know."
"Yes, Mr. Brooke! That's it."
"Of course, Martha, I love him better than anything in all the world. I can't tell you how it was, but I think I loved him the very first moment I saw him."
"Dear, dear, dear!"
"I couldn't help it, Martha;—but it's no good talking about it, for of course I shan't try to help it now. Only this,—that I would do anything in the world for my aunt,—except that."
"But she don't like it, Miss Dorothy. That is the truth, you know."