“It would be no pleasure to you.”
“Indeed it would. Let me see it, Mariana, just for one minute. There can be possibly no harm in that.”
“The room I sew in is very damp for such as you.”
“But I’m stronger than you. I’m accustomed to hard work.”
The other looked at her and smiled, with more sadness than mirth in her expression.
“What strange ideas you get about things, Rosalie. The work I do would kill you in a month.”
“But you will let me come with you, will you not?”
“Yes, if you wish it very much. After tea at six o’clock I will come for you.”
CHAPTER XII
AN ACT OF DISOBEDIENCE
At six o’clock Mariana knocked at the little sitting-room door, and Rosalie opened it, quite ready to accompany her, armed with the box of sweets.