"Yes, Louisa?"
"If she is sorry," repeated Louisa, "and would consent for a little bit to be my friend—I mean, if she would sit in my boudoir, and I might get her to share some of the interests in my life—would you?"
Louisa's delicate face changed from white to pink, and then from pink to white again.
"Would I what, Louisa dear?"
"Would you give her a chance?"
"Louisa!" said Maud.
She ran up to her side. She fell on her knees, clasped Louisa's long, white hand, and kissed it with passion.
"Will you be responsible for her, Louisa?"
"Maud, look at me," said Louisa.
Maud did look up.