"Now, Henrietta, I wish to tell you that having spent the entire morning with Daisy and being well assured that she will recover, I want to help you, for my hatred has been turned into love—very deep. Will you take it, dear Henny?"
"I take your love? Not I! I don't want it. I like your hatred best. I can speak better when the Spirit moves me, thinking of you as hating me."
"Poor Henrietta."
"Don't pity me. I won't be pitied."
"Very well, I won't. But I tell you what, I think you want a little change, and do you know that Dom is here?"
"Old Dom? I like old Dominic."
"Well, he's here. It was he who brought me over. What I thought was this, that you and Dominic and I could go and have tea at Dominic's hotel—the Rose and Honeysuckle—in the town quite close. We'll have a lovely tea and come back in the cool of the evening. Don't you think it would be a good plan?"
"Is it joking you're after?" said Henrietta.
"No; I'm in earnest. Ask Dinah."
"Oh, I'd give the world to go," said Henrietta. "Dinah, ducky of all ducky-ducks. Thou wilt say yes—thou wilt unbind the bands of thy sister and set her free."