"Well, then, dear, I'll do just whatever you want me to do."
"Well, then, I want you to tell me what I am to do."
"About what?"
"Why, about this great, big, horrid man."
"I thought you didn't want me to talk about this any more."
"But I do want you to talk about it. You're the only person that I've got to talk to about it; nobody else knows how peculiarly I'm situated; and I didn't think that you'd give me up because I had fresh troubles."
"Give you up, darling!" echoed her sister, in surprise.
"You said you wouldn't talk about it any more."
"But I thought you didn't want me to talk about it."
"But I do want you to."