"It depends on what that is," he darkly smiled.
"What I should wish if she were my daughter," the old woman rejoined blandly.
"Ah wish your daughter to act as well as that and you'll do the handsome thing for her!"
"Well, she seems to feel what she says," Mrs. Rooth piously risked.
"She has some stiff things to say. I mean about her past," Basil Dashwood remarked. "The past—the dreadful past—on the stage!"
"Wait till the end, to see how she comes out. We must all be merciful!" sighed Mrs. Rooth.
"We've seen it before; you know what happens," Miriam observed to her mother.
"I've seen so many I get them mixed."
"Yes, they're all in queer predicaments. Poor old mother—what we show you!" laughed the girl.
"Ah it will be what you show me—something noble and wise!"