“You see,” she went on, rather to herself than to Mrs. Pembrose, “we shall be away now for a long time.”
Mrs. Pembrose betrayed no excesses of grief.
“It’s no good for me to interfere and then leave everything....”
“That way spells utter disorganization,” said Mrs. Pembrose.
“But I wish something could be done to lessen the harshness—to save the pride—of such a girl as Alice Burnet. Practically you tell her she isn’t fit to associate with—the other girls.”
“She’s had her choice and warning after warning.”
“I daresay she’s—stiff. Oh!—she’s difficult. But—being expelled is bitter.”
“I’ve not expelled her—technically.”
“She thinks she’s expelled....”
“You’d rather perhaps, Lady Harman, that I was expelled.”