CHAPTER XI.
LADY MILBOROUGH AS AMBASSADOR.
"Of course, I know you are right," said Nora to her sister;--"right as far as Colonel Osborne is concerned; but nevertheless you ought to give way." "And be trampled upon ?" said Mrs.Trevelyan.
"Yes; and be trampled upon, if he should trample on you;--which, however, he is the last man in the world to do." "And to endure any insult and any names?
You yourself--you would be a Griselda, I suppose." "I don't want to talk about myself," said Nora, "nor about Griselda.
But I know that, however unreasonable it may seem, you had better give way to him now and tell him what there was in the note to Colonel Osborne." "Never! He has ordered me not to see him or to write to him, or to open his letters,--having, mind you, ordered just the reverse a day or two before; and I will obey him.

Absurd as it is, I will obey him.
But as for submitting to him, and letting him suppose that I think he is right;--never! I should be lying to him then, and I will never lie to him.

He has said that we must part, and I suppose it will be better so.

How can a woman live with a man that suspects her?
He cannot take my baby from me." There were many such conversations as the above between the two sisters before Mrs.Trevelyan received from her husband the communication with which she had been threatened.

And Nora, acting on her own judgment in the matter, made an attempt to see Mr.Trevelyan, writing to him a pretty little note, and beseeching him to be kind to her.