“The Duchess of Greenwich’s, or home, Caroline?”
“Oh! home, if I may choose,” said Caroline.
“Home!” said Lady Jane.
And the moment the glass was up, “Caroline, my dear, tell me this instant, what is all this between you and Lord William?—Is it as I hope?—or, is it as I fear?—speak.”
Caroline could not—she was in tears.
“What have you done?—If you have said any thing irrevocable, and without consulting me, I never, never will forgive you, Caroline. Speak, at all events.”
Caroline tried to obey her ladyship.
“What have you done?—What have you said?”
“I have said the truth—I have done, I hope, what I ought,” said Caroline; “but I have given great pain—”
Lady Jane now perceiving by her voice that she was in sorrow, spoke no more in anger; but, checking herself, and changing her tone, said, “It is not irremediable, my dear. Whatever pain you may have given, you know the power to give pleasure is still in your own hands.”