"Mr. Masters wont let me."
"Humph! When I had a baby four weeks old, I had my own way. And so would you, if you wanted to have it."
"My husband will not let me have it."
"That's fool's nonsense, Diana. If you are the girl I take you for, you can do whatever you like with your husband. No man that ever lived would make me sit with my hands before me. Who's got the baby?"
"Jemima."
"How's Jemima to do her work and your work too? She can't do it."
"No, but Mr. Masters is going to get another person to help take care of baby."
"A nurse!" cried Mrs. Starling aghast.
"No, not exactly; but somebody to help me."
"Are you turned weak and sickly, Diana?"