Only--only, I wish you had not written to me like that; and I ask that--that--you will never, please, speak to me about it again!" She had risen, and was standing, very tall and rigid, her hands pressing against each other.
Fanny's face clouded.
"Very well," she said, as she rose from her seat, "I'm sure I don't want to talk about it.

I didn't like the job a bit--nor did mother.

But if you are poor--and somebody owes you something--you can't help trying to get it--that's all!" Diana said nothing.

She went to the writing-table and began to arrange some letters.

Fanny looked at her.
"I say, Diana!--perhaps you won't want me to stay here after--You seem to have taken against me." Diana turned.
"No," she said, faintly.