"I do say it. He need not trouble himself to come now. When I said that I should be glad to see you, I did not intend that you should meet Mr. Burgess under my roof. I did not wish to have you both together."
"How could I help coming, when you wrote to me like that?"
"It is very well,—but he need not come. He knows the way from Nuncombe to London without stopping at Exeter."
"Aunt Stanbury, you must let me tell it you all."
"There is no more to tell, I should think."
"But there is more. You knew what he thought about me, and what he wished."
"He is his own master, my dear;—and you are your own mistress."
"If you speak to me like that you will kill me, Aunt Stanbury. I did not think of coming; only when Martha brought your dear letter I could not help it. But he was coming. He meant to come to-morrow, and he will. Of course he must defend himself, if you are angry with him."
"He need not defend himself at all."
"I told them, and I told him, that I would only stay one night,—if you did not wish that we should be here together. You must see him, Aunt Stanbury. You would not refuse to see him."