'There is a likeness to my father, I have thought.' There's a dotage of idolatrous daughters, he could have retorted; and his gaze was a polite offer to humdrum reconcilement, if it pleased her.
She sent the child up the steps.
'Do you come in, my lord ?' 'The house is yours, my lady.' 'I cannot feel it mine.' 'You are the mistress to invite or exclude.' 'I am ready to go in a few hours for a small income of money, for my child and me.' '-- Our child.' 'Yes.' 'It is our child.' 'It is.' 'Any sum you choose to name.

But where would you live ?' 'Near my brother I would live.' 'Three thousand a year for pin-money, or more, are at your disposal.
Stay here, I beg.

You have only to notify your wants.

And we'll talk familiarly now, as we're together.

Can I be of aid to your brother?
Tell me, pray.