“It has just been filled; the servants never know!”—and she sighed with the weight of her responsibility.
“Do you know what your father said to me just now? That you didn’t mean what you said a week ago.”
“I don’t mean everything I say. How can a young girl do that? But I mean what I say to you.”
“He told me you had forgotten me.”
“Ah no, I don’t forget,” said Pansy, showing her pretty teeth in a fixed smile.
“Then everything’s just the very same?”
“Ah no, not the very same. Papa has been terribly severe.”
“What has he done to you?”
“He asked me what you had done to me, and I told him everything. Then he forbade me to marry you.”
“You needn’t mind that.”