“You mean to go, then?”
“Yes, dear, of course.”
“And what’s to become of me?”
“You will stop and see Mr Burnett, and this Mr Gravani, and poor Mr Denville, and settle the matter the best way you can.”
“For May Burnett’s sake?”
“No, dear: for mine and poor Claire Denville’s; and look here, Jo-si-ah, you just beg her pardon, sir.”
“If I do I’ll be—”
“Hush! Stop, sir. I don’t mean to her. Now, just you own that you have misjudged her.”
“Humph! Well, perhaps I have.”
“That’s right, dear; and you will do your best now, won’t you?”