“Let me go out,” said Clemency, soothing her. “I’ll tell him what you like. Don’t cross the door-step to-night. I’m sure no good will come of it. Oh, it was an unhappy day when Mr. Warden was ever brought here! Think of your good father, darling: of your sister.”
“I have,” said Marion, hastily raising her head. “You don’t know what I do. You don’t know what I do. I must speak to him. You are the best and truest friend in all the world for what you have said to me, but I must take this step. Will you go with me, Clemency,” she kissed her on her friendly face, “or shall I go alone?”
