“Let me understand first what the sacrifice means. Does Miss Westerfield make any conditions?”
“She has positively forbidden me to make conditions.”
“And goes out into the world, helpless and friendless?”
“Yes.”
Even under the terrible trial that wrung her, the nobility of the woman’s nature spoke in her next words.
“Give me time to think of what you have said,” she pleaded. “I have led a happy life; I am not used to suffer as I am suffering now.”
They were both silent. Kitty’s voice was audible on the stairs that led to the picture-gallery, disputing with the maid. Neither her father nor her mother heard her.
“Miss Westerfield is innocent of having wronged me, except in thought,” Mrs. Linley resumed. “Do you tell me that on your word of honor?”
“On my word of honor.”
So far his wife was satisfied. “My governess,” she said, “might have deceived me—she has not deceived me. I owe it to her to remember that. She shall go, but not helpless and not friendless.”