"Then, by Heavens, you are Miss Poggs!"
"Well, is that any thing to swear about? There have been Misses Poggs in the world before, I suppose."
"But you talked of educating her; devoting your time to her."
"So I do."
"Then you are the governess in Mr Juffles' family."
"Why not? You don't think worse of a person for being able to give a little information to a little girl of seven years old, do you?"
"Think worse of her? Ah, Lucy Ashton! I could not think worse of you, if you were able to teach the Head of a college."
"You could not think worse of me? Do you mean worse of me than you think already? In that case I must retire."
"No, no; don't go! I have not found out yet who you are."