“Yes, Mrs. Duer.”
“You will not go outside the gates unless Theresa goes with you?”
“No, Mrs. Duer.”
“And you will remember your promise to obey her absolutely?”
“Ye-es, Mrs. Duer.”
“Very well. Now I think you may go up-stairs, or out under the trees to play, or anywhere within the grounds that you choose.”
But Polly still lingered, trying to utter the words that were catching so cruelly in her throat.
Mrs. Duer wondered a little why she did not start.
“May I—may I——”
“May you what?”