"Can't you see that Madam can't bear such talk?
Go right out of the room!" The maid rushed up with smelling-salts and a glass of water, and Elizabeth in distress came and stood by the bed.
"I'm sorry I made you feel bad, grandmother," she said when she saw that the fragile, childish creature on the bed was recovering somewhat.
"What right have you to call me that?
Grandmother, indeed! I'm not so old as that.

Besides, how do I know you belong to me?
If John is dead, your mother better look after you.

I'm sure I'm not responsible for you.

It's her business.

She wheedled John away from his home, and carried him off to that awful West, and never let him write to me.