CHAPTER XVII.
IN THE GARDEN
"But, Grace—"
"But-ter, Margaret!"
"My dear, please don't be absurd!"
"My angel, I am not half so absurd as you are. Why, in the name of all that is incongruous, should I take this lady's money? Is thy servant a dog, that she should do this thing?"
"Listen, Grace! You are wholly, utterly wrong. Listen to me! Let us sit down here by the summer-house and have it out. No, you have said enough; it is my turn now. You talk about yourself, and your independence and freedom, and I don't know what. My dear, I want you to forget yourself, and think of her."
"Of her? What difference does it make to her?"
"All the difference in the world, it may be. What is that noise?"