When you no longer regard me as a friend, I am only in your employment.' 'I haven't ceased to regard you as a friend.

The estrangement between us is entirely of your making.' Seeing that Rhoda would not sit down, Miss Barfoot rose and stood by the fireplace.
'I can't bear reproaches,' said the former; 'least of all when they are irrational and undeserved.' 'If I reproached you, it was in a tone which should never have given you offence.

One would think that I had rated you like a disobedient servant.' 'If _that_ had been possible,' answered Rhoda, with a faint smile, 'I should never have been here.

You said that you bitterly repented having given way to me on a certain occasion.

That was unreasonable; in giving way, you declared yourself convinced.