'What are you afraid of?' Miss Levering asked.
'It's—you see, I've been looking these twelve years to see you married.'
'Me? What's that got to do with——'
'Yes, miss. You see, I've counted a good while on looking after children again some day. But if you won't get married——'
Vida flung her hair back with a burst of not very merry laughter.
'If I won't, you must! But why in the world? I'd no idea you were so romantic. Why must there be a wedding in the family, Wark?'
'So there can be children, miss,' said the woman, stolidly.
'Well, there is a child. There's Doris.'
'Poor Miss Doris!' The woman shook her head. 'But she's got a good nurse. I say it, though she calls advice interfering. And Miss Doris has got a mother' (plain that Wark was again in the market garden). 'Yes, she's got a mother! and a sort of a father, and she's got a governess, and a servant to carry her about. I sometimes think what Miss Doris needs most is a little letting alone. Leastways, she don't need me. No, nor you, miss.'
'And you've given me up?' the mistress probed.