'And I have nothing more to say to you.

Go away, and send Maulevrier to me.' Mary did not obey immediately.

She went over to her grandmother's couch and knelt by her side, and kissed the poor maimed hand which lay on the velvet cushion.
'Dear grandmother,' she said gently.

'I am very sorry to rebel against you.

But this is a question of life or death with me.