"After what?"
"After everything."
"After letting you in for marrying me, you mean. And as I suppose poor Edie was to blame for that, it's the least she can do for you to give him up. Is that it? Seeing him is about the only pleasure that's left to her, but that doesn't come into it, does it?"
She was silent.
"Well, and what am I to think of you for all this?"
"I cannot help what you think of me," said she with the stress of despair.
"Well, I don't think anything, as it happens. But, if you were capable of understanding in the least what you're trying to do, I should think you a hard, obstinate, cruel woman. What I'm chiefly struck with is your extreme simplicity. I suppose I mustn't be surprised at your wanting to turn Gorst out; but how you could imagine for one moment that I would do it—No, that's beyond me."
"I can only say I shall not receive him. If he comes into the house, I shall go out of it."
"Well—" said Majendie judicially, as if she had certainly hit upon a wise solution.
"If he dines here I must dine at the Eliotts'."