21/54 I haven't complained, and I'm not complaining now. I'm sorry I came to speak to you about such a thing. It seems as if you could never take a thing as I mean it. It's like the potatoes at dinner; I meant to do you a kindness by giving you the choice, and you flew out as if you hadn't patience with me.' Emily kept her eyes upon the window. I might have done much, now I can do nothing; and your loss is mine.' 'No, indeed, it isn't, and shan't be, Emily. |