“Would you be willing to make a sacrifice for me, if I earnestly asked you?”
“Try me, Hattie!”
“Well, then, I’ll put you to the test.”
“Do,” firmly, resolutely.
“You know Maude Neville. She is young, beautiful, penniless. She hasn’t a friend in the world. Be her friend.”
“What am I to do?”
“Marry her.”
There was a sound as though he had sprung backwards.
“This is insolence, Hattie,” he exclaimed hotly.
“Don’t be silly,” coolly observed Miss Finche, and I heard no more, for they had moved onwards.