She turned full to the light.
“Papa,” she said, impetuously, “it’s not that I want to be Baroness van Helmont. I’m sure, I’m sure it’s not.”
The Dominé struck his hand on the table before him.
“No, indeed,” he cried, in a loud voice. “Who says that? Who dares to say that?”
Ursula sighed wearily.
“Oh, no one does,” she answered. “Never mind. Life is very complicated. I wish one always knew exactly what was right.”
“One always does,” said the simple-thoughted Dominé.
“‘NO ONE MORE SORRY THAN YOURSELF!’ BURST IN GERARD”