Theophila.
To do what?
Olive.
To accept both Mr. Fraser’s help—and mine.
[Theophila partly rises, as if about to make some indignant response, but restrains herself.
Theophila.
I—I can only make the same reply to you, Mrs. Allingham, as I have just made to my husband—thank you, no.
Olive.
You cannot right yourself in the eyes of people without Mr. Fraser’s assistance or mine. And especially mine! You couldn’t accomplish it thoroughly with his help alone; it would be impossible.
Theophila.