"Eleanor, I will never say anything against Ragged schools again."
"Then I have not spoken in vain," said Eleanor rising.
He took her hand, held it, bowed his lips to it, held it still, too firmly for Eleanor to disengage it without violence.
"Will you grant me one little favour?"
"You take without asking, Mr. Carlisle!"
He smiled and kissed her hand again, not releasing it, however.
"Let me go with you to Field-Lane in future."
"What would you do there?"
"Take care of you."
"As I do not need it, you would be exceedingly bored; finding yourself without either business or pleasure."