And Constance surrendered completely.
"You sweet, cunning thing," she said, "I do like you.

You are perfectly adorable, for one reason; for the other, there is something--a nameless something about you--" "Quite--nameless," said the girl under her breath.
A little flash of mist confused Miss Palliser's eyesight for a moment; her senses warned her, but her heart was calling.
"Dear," she said, "I could love you very easily." Shiela looked her straight in the eyes.
"What you give I can return; no more, no less--" But already Constance Palliser had lifted the girl's smooth hand to her lips, murmuring: "Pride! pride! It is the last refuge for social failures, Shiela.

And you are too wise to enter there, too sweet and wholesome to remain.

Leave us our obsolete pride, child; God knows we need something in compensation for all that you possess." Later they sipped their tea together.

"I always wanted you to like me," said the girl.