“Insulted you? What do you mean?”
“Why, they prayed for my heart to be softened, hang ’em!”
“Oh, father, dear!”
“There you go again. Papa—papa—papa. Don’t forget that we do belong to the aristocracy after all. Now, go and send that dreadful woman away.”
“I cannot, dear.”
“Cannot?”
“No, papa. She has come to stay.”
“Sarah Woodham? To stay? Here?”
“Yes, dear. Poor thing: she is left penniless, almost, for Woodham did not save.”
“No, of course not. They none of them do.”