“Hah!” ejaculated the keeper; “now, ma’am, you are talking like a sensible woman, and we may be able to do business.”
“Yes, yes, Hayle, I was angry. I could not help it. All this comes nigh to breaking my heart. It is, of course, quite impossible. What do you propose to do?”
“Forget it, ma’am, if I can.”
“And Judith?”
“Hah! That’s another thing, ma’am.”
“But she surely is not so vain as to—to—”
“My Judith is a woman, ma’am. Is that vanity?”
“Yes, of course. No, no, Hayle. But, once more: it is impossible.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ah, that’s very good and sensible of you. Now, look here. I have thought it all over as I came, and I am sorry to say what I have decided upon seems to be the best plan. It will grieve me terribly, but there’s no help for it. You and Judith must go away. You will agree to this, Hayle?”