'The likes of you! Do you know that the differences of which you are thinking are only on the surface? In an incredibly short time they'll disappear, and you'll be as great and as fine a lady as any of them all.'
'Never! I'll never be a lady; and as for a fine lady--not me!'
'Marchioness--'
'Don't call me that! It's not my name! It sounds as if you were laughing at me.'
'Sister--'
'I'm not your sister. I'm just Mrs. James Merrett of Little Olive Street.'
'Mrs. Merrett then: if you like I'll always call you Mrs. Merrett.'
'That's my name.'
'I wish to convey to you my personal assurance that if you are the person I believe you to be, I shall welcome you and your children, and shall be proud to call myself your brother.'
'I'm sure--I'm sure--if I am your sister you shan't be any more ashamed of me than I can help.'