Come, Sarah." "Allow me to put you into your carriage," said Sir Timothy, in a voice of iron.
Sarah followed them to the door, paused irresolutely, and stole back to Lady Mary's side.
"Say you're not angry with me, dear, beautiful Lady Mary," she whispered passionately.

"Do say you're not angry.

I didn't know it would make you so unhappy.

It was partly my fault for telling Peter in the holidays that only old men, invalids, and--and cowards--were shirking South Africa.

I thought you'd be glad, like me, that Peter should go and fight like all the other boys." "Sarah," said Dr.Blundell, gently, "don't you see that Lady Mary can't attend to you now?
Come away, like a good girl." He took her arm, and led her out of the hall; and Sarah forgot she had grown up the day before yesterday, and sobbed loudly as she went away.
Lady Mary lifted the miniature from the table, and looked at it without a word; but from the sofa, the two old sisters babbled audibly to each other.
"I always said, Isabella, that if poor Mary spoilt Peter so terribly, _something_ would happen to him." "What sad nonsense you talk, Georgina.