"I can tell you what to do, Derek; but I've done it already, and you wouldn't listen. You should send her to a good school—"
"It's too late for that. She wouldn't go."
"Then you should have some woman to live in your house who would be wise enough to manage her."
He jerked out the monosyllable, and began, according to his custom when puzzled or annoyed, to stride up and down the library.
"That is," Miss Lucilla went on, "you wouldn't like it. It would bore you to see a stranger in the house."
"Naturally."
"And so you would sacrifice Dorothea to your personal convenience."
"I wouldn't, if there was a woman competent to take the place; but there isn't."
"There is. There's Diane Eveleth."
"Who?"