“Only-aunt-in-the-world—Say it,” said Shan’t.
He said it, repeating, “She’s going back.”
“Shan’t if I don’t want to.”
“But you will, Shan’t,” said Diana, “because—look at me!”
Shan’t threw back her head and looked at Diana.
“Because I—want you to,” said Diana.
Shan’t slipped off her uncle’s knee, ran across the grass, over the road, in at the hall door, at which Pillar was standing, into the dining-room, and laid her head on a chair and sobbed.
“Poor little beggar,” said Diana.
“Diana, shall I?” He was longing to comfort her.
“No, you’ll spoil it all. You can’t give in now—if you say a child must do a thing, make her do it. You have lost your chance.”