"You are sending me away," said Rotha; "and you are all I have got."
"You are not going to lose me. That is settled. Now go on. What next?"
"But I shall not be with you?"
"Not every day, as here. But I hope to see you very often; and you can always write to me if you have anything in particular upon your mind."
"Then," said Rotha, her voice several shades clearer, "you are sending me to be with a person that I don't—respect."
"That is serious! Are you sure you are justified in such an opinion, with no more grounds?"
"I cannot help it," said Rotha. "I do not think I have reason to respect her."
"Then how are you going to get along together?"
"I am sure I do not know."
"Rotha, I may ask this of you. I ask of you to behave as a lady should, in your aunt's house. I ask you to be well-bred and well-mannered always; whatever you feel."