She stopped her work to look at me.
"I am going Saturday. My guardian has sent for me. It is very strange, Miss Cardigan; but I must go; and I thought I would like to know in what part of the city Christian is."
"Will you write to let him know? You will, of course. Write just as usual, child; the letter will reach him."
"Why should I, Miss Cardigan? what use? He cannot come to see me."
"Why not?"
"I would not dare. My guardian watches me well; and he would not like my seeing Mr. Thorold of all people."
"Why not? Ah, child! there is a rose leaf in each of your cheeks this minute. That tells the story. Then, Daisy, you had better not go to Washington. Christian will not bear that very well; and it will be hard for you too. My dear, it will be hard."
"Yes, ma'am - and hard not to go. I shall go, Miss Cardigan."
"And mayn't I tell him you are there?"
"No, ma'am. If I can, I will let him know somehow."