“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to see Mr. Farrar.”
“What for?”
“To offer him my sympathy—and help.”
“You’re going on a fool’s errand.”
She did not resent the remark. She said quietly:
“It may be, but—I’m going.”
“Mary, I don’t approve of it.”
“I’m not concerned about your approval.”
“Have I no rights whatever?”