"Yes, I know her. I should like to see her now."
"You would?—I am surprised! Why?"
"That I might go down on my knees to her."
"Well, good gracious! young lady, I supposed you might feel sorry, but I did not know you would humble yourself to that extent. It was not your sin."
"Hush! It was my father's sin. I am his child. I would go lower than my knees—I would lie on the ground that she might walk over me, if the better in that position I might plead for mercy."
"For mercy? Ay, that's all very well, but Charlotte must have her rights. Sandy Wilson must see to that."
"She shall have her rights! And yet I would see her if I could, and if I saw her I would go on my knees and plead for mercy."
"I don't understand you, Miss Harman."
"I do not suppose you do. Will you have patience with me while I explain myself?"
"I have come here to talk to you and to listen to you," said Wilson.