"You have beauty, wealth, eyesight, and yet you would not leave to me the joy of helping him.

I could not see, and you hurried past me that you might be first to give him the help of which I was the first to think." Dorothy was surprised at the outburst from Madge, and kneeled by her side.
"We may both help Cousin Malcolm," she said.
"No, no," responded Madge, angrily.

"Your jewels are more than enough.

He would have no need of my poor offering." I took Madge's hand and said, "I shall accept help from no one but you, Madge; from no one but you." "I will go to our rooms for your box," said Dorothy, who had begun to see the trouble.

"I will fetch it for you." "No, I will fetch it," answered Madge.