“Why should you want to go to Starden?”
“I want to see her again. I want to—to understand, to—to know things.”
“What do you mean, to understand, to know things?”
“I want to watch her!”
“Ellice, you will make me angry presently. Ellice,” Connie added suddenly, “I suppose you don’t intend to make a scene, and make yourself foolish and—and cheap?”
“I shall say nothing. I only want to watch and to try and understand.”
“I think you are acting foolishly and wrongly, Ellice. I think you are a very foolish child!”
“I wish,” Ellice said, and said it without passion, but with a deep certainty in her voice, “I wish that I were dead, Connie.”
“You ought to be thoroughly ashamed of yourself,” said Connie, who could think of nothing better to say.
She made one more attempt when Starden was reached.