Yes, my lady.
LADY WARGRAVE.
Aunt. Come and sit down by me. [Draws her towards seat under the tree, L. Lady Wargrave sits—Margery at her feet.] Yes, Margery, to scold you. Why did you not confide in me? If you had only told me of your troubles, this would never have happened. It was undutiful.
MARGERY.
No, aunt. There are some troubles one can confide to nobody—some griefs which are too sacred to be talked about.
LADY WARGRAVE.
And is yours one of them? You are young, Margery; and youth exaggerates its sorrows as well as its joys. Nothing has happened that cannot be put right, if you will only trust me and obey me.
MARGERY.
I owe my obedience elsewhere.
LADY WARGRAVE.