“I never was put in such a dreadful position before,” said Lady Lysle, “and really even you, Aneta, go too far when you expect me to do this.”
“But you would visit a poor woman in East London without the smallest compunction,” said Aneta.
“That is different,” replied Lady Lysle with dignity.
“It is different,” replied Aneta; “but the difference lies in the fact that the grocer’s wife is very much higher up in the social scale than the East End woman.”
“Oh my dear child, this is really appalling! I have always distrusted that Miss Howland. Does Mrs. Ward know of your project?”
“Not yet, but she will to-night.”
“And what am I to do when I visit this person?”
“Just look your dear, sweet, dignified self, and allow me to do the talking.”
“I think you have taken leave of your senses.”
“I haven’t taken leave of my senses, and I would do more than I am now doing to help a fine girl round a nasty corner. So cheer up, auntie! After we have seen Mrs. Martin we have to go on and visit the grocer.”