"For what?"
"For mere talkers."
"If you mean me, the contempt is undeserved. Tell me what it is that can be done, and it shall be done."
She continued to wind the silk, but refused to answer.
"Mary, dear Mary, tell me what you mean."
She kept her eyes bent down and said,—
"Can you not guess?"
"I cannot."
She was again silent. The silk was all wound.
"What is it? For God's sake, speak!"