"Do you hate it?" Jane said softly.
"No. It's the only way. But sometimes one is foolish—one looks for a little recognition and reward——"
Jane put her hands on the other woman's shoulders and gazed into her face.
"We do recognize you," she said, "even if we don't reward you. How can we, when you've done so much?"
"My reward would be—not to be misunderstood."
"Do I misunderstand you? Does he?"
"Mr. Brodrick? Never."
"I, then?"
"You? I think you thought I wanted to come between you and the children."
"I never thought you wanted to come between me and anything."