She laid her hand on the girl's arm.

"Indeed yes, why should fine folk make poor folk unhappy?
It is not I alone who makes you unhappy, Elise." The girl angrily shook off the hand, for she read the true significance of the words.
"What are you trying to find out ?" she asked fiercely.

"What do you want to do?
Did I ever come in your way?
Why do you come into mine?
What's my life to you?
Nothing, nothing at all.

You're here to-day and away to-morrow.

You're English; you're not of us.